Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved

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Was it not Thursday I writhed in pain while
the Walkman played for distraction? Dante's
Inferno was on…"Midway along the path-
way of our lives" …Blood stained the bed,
but Virgil-led I succumb to the land of the
lunatic cries of the doomed in a death that
never dies.
 
Out of the throbbing pain in my bed,
I refine the anomaly—
Fired in irony, dreamed in dread,
I divine comedy.

Atlantic crossingJuly 1984