Robert Kelly poem to Brian Wood
Robert Kelly
Thu, Jan 3, 11:12 PM
Happy New Year, dear Brian!
It wasn’t enough
to wake the sexton
to borrow the key
to the abandoned cathedral,
dangers of falling masonry,
secret places in the design,
mosaic pathways.
You had to go inside,
and find the living thing inside
and bother it with seeing
until it spoke
the dark language of color
that you, so few,
can understand.
The inner organs of stone buildings
wait for a new gospel—
now what will you do
to answer them?