Books by Edward C. Patterson
from The Awakening, the first chapbook of The Closet Clandestine:a queer steps out
In the Dark Shadows (The Awakening)
In the dark shadows of my own making,
Like a cold, windless niche in a stone cathedral,
I walk beside a reflection of truth,
A midnight soul, seeing a self — denying a self.
And in that place, I build a fortress retreat.
Then, like some dart from a Promethean bow,
I am struck down by simplicity;
Truth until by the cathedral’s deep dark ivy growth;
Like a new born fawn coming to the river,
Seeing a new reflection; true self.
And the warm wind from two brown eyes do tell;
And quickly the leaves begin to toss in the woodland groves;
All is sunlight and radiant.
How is this radiance?
It comes from a midnight soul.
It plays in the runnels, is filtered by bowers.
It lights memory and replays in variations.
It turns old hatred to love.
It sates intemperate passions;
Anguish drifts to sand.
The fortress crumbles under its thunderous weight,
And I am free of it.
The sea cleanses me naked under the starry sky
Vaulted with knowledge of the first star I see;
And like great wine, I am poured from one vessel into another,
From one of stone to one cut from the starry night.
I fly with the wind, the gentle softness of my own nature
And fall in love with myself,
A self without reflection.
I catch the glint of guilt and dry the stream of tears;
Tears forgotten now.
Forgiven now, as I come to the river of my self to drink;
A new born fawn lapping her reflection in a sunlit pool.
Edward C. Patterson
The Closet Clandestine http://www.amazon.com/dp/1438220502 (Paperback)
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|Reviewed by Richard Bowers
|It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear that’s been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
|Reviewed by Melissa Kesead
|Wow, I am speechless. What an amazing work of art.|
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|A well written and excellent poem,I enjoy reading it,take care