Poems that repeat a word as theme rarely work, but Desmond Kon Beici-Zhongbì's piece "Sensus Divinitatis Sensus Plenior" here in Diagram issue 9.5 does work--it's excellent. I immediately knew I had to feature it here.
The middle is incredible, I couldn't rereading this thing. It's just an excellent piece. This is the type of thing I want to see on PoetryDaily. His language was well chosen, with a clear aesthetic bent that was clearly intellectual but not where it would ruin the piece. Few people succeed in that.
Here are some parts I especially liked:
this year, love is a week and the wondering; love this winter less wintry than our last
winter love is the blue of light-hewn eyes, the naval silence; love is the blue coat from
inis meáin, my baby-blue alpaca under, a crew sweater, your linen boxers in the wash;
blue jeans, two versions of blue, flung on a cantilever chair, your naked-curve back
your long legs around my waist; you are john millington synge, bent shadow in a stroll
on a summer's day, catching a ride out to sea with the island fishermen, his currach seat [...]
a blue moon after sunset, a begging blue at century's end;
when casagemas shot out his right temple in a café, [...]
hear it say wait please
our shy, quiet love will lift, small white square at the base of your throat; I slip it off
love bites blue your neck; you need to abandon your vows, dare a kierkegaard courage
his leap of faith like mine; you'll leave, the fuller blue moment a relief, [...]
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