by Susan Howe

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by Susan Howe
     Iseult stands at Tintagel
     on the mid stairs between
     light and dark symbolism
     Does she stand for phonic
     human overtone for outlaw
     love the dread pull lothly
     for weariness actual brute
     predestined fact for phobic
     falling no one talking too
     Tintagel ruin of philosophy
     here is known change here
     is come crude change wave
     wave determinist caparison
     Your soul your separation
     But the counterfeit Iseult
     Iseult aux Blanches Mains
     stands by the wall to listen
     Phobic thought of openness
     a soul also has two faces
     Iseult's mother and double
     Iseult the Queen later in T
     Even Tros echoes Tristan's
     infirmity through spurious
     etymology the Tintagel of Fo
     not the dead city of night
     Wall in the element of Logic
     here is a door and beyond
     here is the sail she spies
     Tristran Tristan Tristrant
     Tristram Trystan Trystram
     Tristrem Tristanz Drust
     Drystan these names concoct
     a little wreathe of victory
     dreaming over the landscape
     Tintagel font icon twilight
     Grove bough dark wind cove
     brine testimony Iseult salt
     Iseut Isolde Ysolt Essyllt
     bride of March Marc Mark in
     the old French commentaries
     your secret correspondence
     Soft Iseut two Iseults one
     The third of Tristan's overt
     identities is a double one
     his disguise as nightingale
     in Tros then wild man in Fo
     Level and beautiful La Blanche
     Lande of disguise episodes
     the nocturnal garden of Tros
     Fo recalls the scene in Ovid
     Orpheus grief stricken over
     the loss of Eurydice sits by
     the bank of a river seven days
     I see Mark's shadow in water
     Mark's moral right to Iseult
     David's relationship to Saul
     Lean on handrail river below
     Sense of depth focus motion
     of chaos in Schlegel only as
     visual progress into depth its
     harsh curb estrangement logic
     Realism still exists is part
     of the realist dual hypothesis
     Dual on verso as one who has
     obeyed acceleration velocity
     killing frost regenerative thaw
     you other rowing forward face
     backward Hesperides messenger
     into the pastness of landscape
     inarticulate scrawl awash air
     Insufferably pale the icy
     limit pulls and pulls no
     kindness free against you
     Deep quietness never to be
     gathered no blind threat
     Assuredly I see division
     can never be weighed once
     pale anguish breathes free
     to be unhallowed empty what
     in thought or other sign
     roof and lintel remember
     Searching shall I know is
     some sense deepest moment
     What is and what appears
     The way light is broken
     To splinter color blue
     the color of day yellow
     near night the color of
     passion red by morning
     His name of grief being
     red sound to sense sense
     in place of the slaying
     Tristram must be caught
     Saw the mind otherwise
     in thought or other sign
     because we are not free
     Saw the mind otherwise
     Two thoughts in strife
     Separation requires an
     other quest for union
     I use a white thread
     half of the same paper
     and in the sun's light
     I place a lens so that
     the sea reflects back
     violet and blue making
     rays easily more freely
     your nativity and you
     of light from that of
     memory when eyelids close
     so in dream sensation
     Mind's trajected light
     It is precision we have
     to deal with we can pre-
     scind space from color if
     Thomas was only using a
     metaphor and metaphysics
     professes to be metaphor
     There is a way back to the
     misinterpretation of her
     message TheseusTristan is
     on the ship AegeusIseut
     is a land watcher she is
     a mastermind her frailty
     turned to the light her
     single vision twin soul half
     Dilemma of dead loyalty
     Mark's speeches are sham
     Gottfried shows Tristan
     only hunting for pleasure
     Emerald jacinth sapphire
     chalcedony lovely Isolt
     Topaz sardonyx chrysolite
     ruby sir Tristan the Court
     sees only the beauty of
     their persons that they
     appear to be represented
     Isolt sings for your eyes
     Surveillance is a constant
     theme in lyric poetry
     Le Page disgracié his attempt
     to buy a linnet for his master
     from a birdcatcher he hoped
     to comfort him with bird song
     but gambled the money away
     and in desperation bought a
     wild linnet that didn't sing
     His first words occur in the
     linnet episode the young master's
     perplexity about the bird's
     silence so just the linnet's
     silence provokes Tristan's je
     hero his shared identity the
     remarkable bird list in L'Orphée
     L'Orphée——the lanner falcon
     takes pigeons the sparrow-
     hawk sparrows the goshawk
     partridge when Tristan was
     young he would have watched
     hawks being flown his own
     little hunting falcon his
     observation of the way in
     which other birds refrain
     from their characteristic
     habit of "mobbing the owl"
     Vignette of the birdcatcher
     in the street that day the
     linnet's mimic reputation
     Parasite and liar of genius
     even emptiness is something
     not nothingness of negation
     having been born Not born
     wrapped in protective long
     cloak power of the woodland
     No burrowing deep for warmth
     The eagle of Prometheus is a
     vulture the vulture passions
     go to a predator tricked up
     forever unexpressed in half-
     effaced ambiguous butterfly
     disguises authentic regional
     avifauna an arsenal of stories
     Ysolt that for naught might
     carry them as they coasting
     past strange land past haven
     ruin garland effigy figment
     sensible nature blue silver
     orange yellow different lake
     effect of the death-rebirth
     eternal rush-return fragment
     I cannot separate in thought
     You cannot be separate from
     perception everything draws
     toward autumn distant tumult
     See that long row of folios
     Surely Ysolt remembers Itylus
     Antigone bears her secret in
     her heart like an arrow she is
     sent twice over into our dark
     social as if real life as if real
     person proceeding into self-
     knowledge as if there were no
     proof just blind right reason
     to assuage our violent earth
     Ysolt's single vision of union
     Precursor shadow self by self
     in open place or on an acting
     platform two personae meeting
     Strophe antistrophe which is
     which dual unspeakable cohesion
     Day binds the wide Sound
     Bitter sound as truth is
     silent as silent tomorrow
     Motif of retreating figure
     arrayed beyond expression
     huddled unintelligible air
     Theomimesis divinity message
     I have loved come veiling
     Lyrist come veil come lure
     echo remnant sentence spar
     never never form wherefor
     Wait some recognition you
     Lyric over us love unclothe
     Never forever whoso move