Poetry
High Tech Harriet Zinnes
Stealth technology robotics precision targetry -- ah, "force multipliers." Sanguine are the sounds of a techno-war. Information rules, not the tradition of mass. Stalking high-tech wizardry (friendly fire accidents) and old death, yes, old death has its own dominion.
A Relic Harriet Zinnes
Where will wit take her? And the rope, who will unbind it? Ravished, a relic, sucked in, and succumbing. Surreptitious surrounded a circle of whimsy. Ravished, a relic, sucked in, and succumbing. Trophies on the shelf. Tea in the teapot. A howl from the wind. A gust from the door. Unwinding, unwnding, there is no shark on the shore. Ravished, a relic realized, affirming, apprehensive, unmoving say no say yes ah, the pebble on the shore.
Being Harriet Zinnes
It is not for the asking not even for the taking nor for the saying even not for the writing. It is just for the "isness," the presence, the simple being, and justice will be done. The fruits will be eaten. The dancing will begin.
Harriet Zinnes is Professor Emerita of English of Queens College of the City University of New York. Her many books include Drawing On The Wall (poems), My, Haven't The Flowers Been (poems), Entropisms (prose poems), Lover (short stories), The Radiant Absurdity Of Desire ( short stories), Ezra Pound and the Visual Arts (criticism), and Blood and Feathers (translations from the poetry of Jacques Prevert). She is a contributing editor of The Denver Quarterly and of The Hollins Critic and a contributing writer of art criticism for the New York Arts magazine.
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