A knife so sharp its edge cannot be seen ....
A knife so sharp its edge cannot be seen �
early man knapped these in flint, obsidian,
and some survived, too fine
to use on anything but shadows.
Is this art? Too early, answer scholars, and struggle
for some other label: experiment,
or craft attenuated. Or � how we learned
the world is built of useless beauty:
(a knowledge sharper than the blade)
the skyflash of a bluejay, the pollen
in the grave.
3 Comments
i especially like the last lines,
useless beauty: the skyflash of a bluejay, the pollen in the grave.
I like “too fine to use on anything but shadows.”
Great stuff! The last lines bring to mind Conrad Aitken: “Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon.”