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The Krenek Sestinas

poetry by Don Mager


I - II - III - IV - V - VI

      a.
Behind the stage curtain, chance and system cavort.
Someone else keeps the score. Mountains and deserts meet.
A man rotates and counts. A late refulgence glows--
one long lamentation. Brash youth straddles the world.
Only the old are free, old man; your time’s run out.
Make ideas complete. Who ever gets it right?

      b.
Behind the stage curtain, who ever gets it right?
Someone else keeps score while chance and system cavort.
A man rotates and counts. Old man, your time’s run out--
one long lamentation. Mountains and deserts meet.
Only the old are free but youth straddles the world.
Make ideas complete; a late refulgence glows.

      c.
Behind the stage curtain, a late refulgence glows.
Someone else keeps the score but do they get it right?
A man rotates and counts. Brash youth straddles the world.
In long lamentation, chance and system cavort.
Only the old are free. Mountains and deserts meet.
Make ideas complete old man, your time’s run out.

      d.
Behind the stage curtain, old man, your time’s run out
and someone else keeps score. A late refulgence glows,
a man rotates and counts, mountains and deserts meet
--one long lamentation--but who can get it right?
Only the old are free. Chance and system cavort.
Make ideas complete. Brash youth straddles the world.

      e.
Behind the stage curtain, brash youth straddles the world.
Someone else keeps the score, old man; your time’s run out.
A man rotates and counts. Chance and system cavort
--one long lamentation--and late refulgence glows
because the old are free. Who ever gets it right?
Make ideas complete. Mountains and deserts meet.

      f.
Behind the stage curtain, chance and system cavort,
someone else keeps the score, mountains and deserts meet,
and man rotates and counts. A late refulgence glows--
one long lamentation. Brash youth straddles the world.
“Only the old are free, old man, your time’s run out.
Make ideas complete--whoever gets it right!”

      g.
Chance and system cavort, mountains and deserts meet,
Late refulgence glows and brash youth straddles the world.
Old man, time’s run out, did you ever get it right?


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