Easter Morning in  General   

a stone at dawn
cold water in the basin
these walls' rough plaster
imageless
after the hammering
of so much insistence
on the need for naming
after the travesties
that passed as faces,
grace: the unction
of sheer nonexistence
upwelling in this
hyacinthine freshet
of the unnamed
the faceless

By Amy Clampitt

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Other poems by Amy Clampitt:

• A Catalpa Tree On West Twelfth Street
• A Hedge Of Rubber Trees
• A Hermit Thrush
• A Silence
• Beach Glass
• Easter Morning
• Exmoor
• Fog
• On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating
• Salvage
• The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews
• Vacant Lot With Pokeweed