Peter Gizzi, p.2
A PARROT FOR JUAN GRIS
I saw the professor in the gallery
defining love to the students
and I saw a poet lying.
I saw "Hotel du Nord,"
the "Isle of Children."
I saw the Pleiades in the gallery,
"Andromeda," chips of paint,
a pillar and a mirror.
I saw a person crying.
He asked in the artist serious?
Serious as a wish, a dream?
I saw a paper tiger in the gallery.
I saw wire mesh, "Toward
a Blue Peninsula" and "Untitled."
I saw a professor in the gallery
and I saw the poet lying.
I saw the professor in the gallery
defining love to the students
and I saw a poet lying.
I saw "Hotel du Nord,"
the "Isle of Children."
I saw the Pleiades in the gallery,
"Andromeda," chips of paint,
a pillar and a mirror.
I saw a person crying.
He asked in the artist serious?
Serious as a wish, a dream?
I saw a paper tiger in the gallery.
I saw wire mesh, "Toward
a Blue Peninsula" and "Untitled."
I saw a professor in the gallery
and I saw the poet lying.