the great gone
by Diane Castiglioni

I lightly at later
stood side by side
peremptorily called “Wait!”
opening up again
in a flower-like way
even vaguely
on account of
being rumored
less remotely
confused and disgusted
less surprising
than depressed
by a book making him
nibble at the edge of
his peremptory heart.

out in pools of light
while on an abandoned
loud bright night
beating in the trees
full bellows of the earth
blew the frogs
across the moonlight
I was not alone
the shadow of silver
leisurely suggested
our local heavens.

a sudden intimation
stretched out
in a curious way
sworn trembling
Involuntarily seaward
–and distinguished
a single green light
that might have
looked vanished
in the unquiet darkness.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This is an erasure poem made from the last two pages of Chapter 1 of The Great Gatsby.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Diane Castiglioni is a contributing author to the French work Dictionnaire Universel du Pain (Bouquin Laffont, 2011), and an editor of the International Cooperation for the Development of Space (ATWG, 2012). She works as collaborative consultant, hosts poetry events, and has poems published by various small presses, as well as poems and stories published in two anthologies.