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?