Advice from the Cavern at Delphi

 Advice from the Cavern at Delphi

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Let feathers of God’s silence lift your ears

Above the blare, the skirl near you, the sound

Of Thursday prose.  Await the buccaneers

Of opera or tragedy.  Impound

The boring.  Swell what Keats or Homer chant.

If Verdi would have filled a tenor’s throat

With what you sculpt, or paint, or write, then slant

It with your marrow soul.  Let bones first bloat

Your chest until its songs and ribs hiss shapes,

Carve statues you desire, or paint with oils

The Caravaggios your heart misshapes

Like snakes Medusa wore as deathing coils.

  Refuse the lesser things.  Hold out for pains

    That change the world. Hold out for genius stains.

Phillip Whidden