Poem for April 16

I like the idea of the Cleave poem (Napowrimo)

Computers mess with the graphics though. I posted this on on ipoetry and the columns didn't stay. Italics disappear -- so I put in quotation marks.

April 16
Along the Silk Road


The job description, to complicate
speak a new language to make a new world
voice like spinning silk
woven from the soul threaded heart to heart

half to understand halved,
have is illusion; just as oneness,
otherness belongs
in each separate part to the Belovèd

like the man searching a lost son. Do you know how the father,
do you know how he found him?
discovered his lost son? The man thought
"Each person before him," "whoever comes before me
he thought,"This could be him," "This could be him."


Kitty Jospé
4/16/2010

In a cleave poem, you read each column separately,
then the third time, read it horizontally. The 3 parts in sequence, for the eye to read below.

Along the Silk Road
I

The job description,
speak a new language
voice
woven from the soul

half to understand
have is illusion;
otherness
in each separate part

like the man searching.
do you know how he
discovered his lost son?
"Each person before him,
he thought, This could be him."


II

to complicate
to make a new world
like spinning silk
threaded heart to heart

halved;
just as oneness,
belongs
to the Belovèd.

A lost son? Do you know how the father
found him?
The man thought
"whoever comes before me
This could be him."

III



The job description, to complicate
speak a new language, to make a new world,
voice like spinning silk
woven from the soul, threaded heart to heart

half to understand, halved:
have is illusion; just as oneness,
otherness belongs
in each separate part to the Belovèd.

Like the man searching a lost son. Do you know how the father,
do you know how he found him?
discovered his lost son? The man thought
"each person before him, whoever comes before me,
This could be him, this could be him."