Book Review for Reframing Paul Cadmus:

Subterranean Blue Poetry

Volume V Issue I


     Egg tempera on pressed wood panel, 1945
     1.5 x 1.25 inches

Sprawled in tights
On floor boards in a tiny

Square of time drafted between
Rehearsals near the end

Of the war, the page
After page he browses so

Distracting from start
To finish, the spine

Of his book broken
His shoulders exhausted

Foreshortened by the score
He has all morning bent

His essence to, the music’s dark
Harmonies without

Remorse forcing his world in
To step with its own, as

No longer lithe, he removes
Himself, gives in, pas

À pas, to oblivion
Reading himself beyond

Men yet to return and others
He loves who never shall

The precise squares
Of time he borrows

So necessary
So seldom spared.”

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