Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art

Cyrus Console, from The Orphany

Red is a stop or vantage in the brain.
All things red to varying degrees
If this stop be played, reverberate.
No redness stands the tolling of the name
By but rings a sympathetic change.
Outriding any word group arches one
Word, however, disentangled, ur-

Redintegrative, groundless, firmamental
'A cried out "God, God, God!" three or four times
It matters nothing how. For if one does
Not deafen or wax wood before that call-note
Belike he never knew the touch of it
Or what you will. Father stay your hand
What's that rustling in the oleander

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