Linen Repeatedly Folded

I am an old woman bare to the waist with red-orange flowers in her hair
It may be possible to deconstruct them
Fruitfully I am
A little girl but my present tense is a globe

I am a little girl bare to the waist with red-orange flowers in her hair
What luck to be talking early
I am an old woman as you know but
I am almost finished with the parallels

Right now in my bed is a shy ruddy girl
I see two graybeards of about the same height walking at the same pace
Together coming to see me but
I seem to have concluded that I am almost done with the parallels

Swans and a stag in the stream near the English village called Privett
So strange to me I barely say a word
Nor walk the herb-edged path to reach the Magen-David design
Nor touch the stele on which it is carved

Nor be offered the wine you buy to warm another woman’s bloodstream
And although my present tense is not nebulous or noncommittal
I feel no glimmer of what it will be like when next I have clarity
The sun bounces blinding off a butter-knife blade

I am bare to the waist without red-orange flowers simple enough
Soon now the first cold days will come coughing
Like the man on Liebigstrasse with acne scars and tuberculosis
I had not yet understood that in the context of opposites I want to be

Well let me back up
I only know I mean to go farther
Will you also drop the negative valence with which trim is charged
I want to show you what happens when trim is operative

In the landscapes again the patches are present on the ground
Which is tilted up toward the eye rendering perspective suppressed
I agree with you that Paysage de Champrovent is particularly fine
Here is where I am feeling the pinch of e-mail

You are nodding or shaking your head quizzical or bored patient or not
I have seen you both of each of these
A figure is like a doll a chesspiece a candlestick in Balthus or the cat
Therefore there is much more room

The ages have this as their provinces surely the
Way a mother holds a baby incorporated into a breathlessly long series
So I am after eschewing the cult of the individual
I am sorry in different hands

As you said the old woman and the little girl being brought into proximity
Near but not identical
Intersecting triangles identical pieces in opposite positions interlocking
I am still confused about it and still involved with the parallels

But my present tense is becoming a globe
I can only hope that the amber pendant I ordered will arrive in time
The sun with its saber is poised
Rose Steinberg is my opposite name