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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, June 8, 2017.
About this Poem 

“Desert nightfall in a border town, an evening of estranged emotions at the edge of articulation, harder to name than pliant happiness. Something in the form of an epitaph for lapsed solemnity. A mendicant’s bouquet.”
–Glenn Mott

Amaryllis

For myself
I like a pile of sorrow
Thought on a promontory

Tended in nightshade
Monastic and gilt
On cloistered walls

Tapestries aged over
Belladonna ardor 
In misericords

Of cantinas
Where scholar-faced
Liars drink.

Moonlit night-
Fall pied jonquil
Or narcissus

Begs luminance
Of plastic lilies
In potter’s field.

At least there
Is something
A little to oppose

Impose suppose
We love them back
Whose mad blossoms

Contradict
The colossal self
Of containment.

Who hold these
Words to atonement
At this altar

Married here
A fatal deftness
For the faint sublime.

Copyright © 2017 by Glenn Mott. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 8, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2017 by Glenn Mott. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 8, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.

Glenn Mott

Glenn Mott

Glenn Mott is author of Analects on a Chinese Screen (Chax Press, 2007).