Bio Note: Born and raised in Coney Island, I'm a Coney Island patriot. And a squash racquets fanatic. My headstone is to read, "One More Game?" I am the author of Collected Poems 1954-2004 (Schocken Books 2004) and Usable Truths: Aphorisms & Observations (Waywiser Press 2019). A number of my readings can be found here: Irving Feldman readings.
In the Eye of the Needle
Up on chairs as if they were floating toward the kitchen ceiling, two sisters are having hems set to the season's height, to the middle of the knee, and no higher, though they beg for half an inch, a quarter. Robust and red-haired, they are two angels beaming and grinning so they could never blow the marvelous clarions their cheeks imply — and I, fang still tender, venom milky, small serpent smitten, witless with pleasure, idling, moving my length along, spying, summoned to Paradise by giggling and chatter. I saw this all in the needle's eye — before time put it out — compressed to two girls' gazes, hazel-eyed and blue-eyed, one gentle, one imperious, the soul at focus in its instant of sight, expressive, shining there, revealed; the seed of light flew down, a spark, two bits of human seeing, and lay upon my heap of gazes, bliss inexhaustibly blazing.
©2022 Irving Feldman
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