an erasure poem from an excerpt of “Twenty Thousand Leauges Under The Sea” by Jules Verne
The light astonished me.
And I distinguished
of the sun.
Shall I be believed when I say
I was broad daylight sown with the
impalpable dust of
Darkness should help, outlined
in the distance—a tapestry at
ten in the morning.
The touch of light
as through a prism.
Shell- shaded edges, a feast for
complication: green, yellow, orange,
violet, indigo and blue. In one word:
I want better. (I talk
to myself, more air than wise.)
Various clusters of brilliant
grief prickle under
But we were bound to walk, so we went on,
a band of us, in sun and fiery