George
Washington powdered his wig
white. Womens’ hair whitens when they let it
and
old men’s too where they still have it.
Shaving
cream and Ivory Soap. Marshmallows.
Wonder
Bread. Milk. Whipped cream
on
french vanilla ice cream. At the Museum
of
Modern Art: White On White,
Kazimir
Malevich, 1918. Linen sheets
with
high thread counts that receive you kindly
after
a day in the sun. Clam shells
scallop,
and oyster shells bleached
to
reflection on South beach.
In
Edgartown, Dr. Fisher’s house is white
and
the captains’ houses on Water Street
and
the picket fences around them. The Old
Whaling
Church and other churches, but one
is
brick with white trim. At the tennis
court,
white
clothes are required, though the balls
are
yellow. Clothes are also required
at
the District Court, but no color is specified.
Diners
in white, sit at white tables
and
wipe their mouths with white napkins.
In
1967, the Moody Blues sang Knights
In White Satin. Perhaps
women wear
white
lingerie and men whitey tighties.
Ceremonial
robes of the Pope and Bedouin.
Queen
Victoria was married in white
and
western brides after her. But not
in
India or China, where brides wear red
and
white is the color of mourning.
The
morning sun catches each lighthouse –
Cape
Pogue first, then Edgartown, East
Chop,
West Chop, and finally Gay Head
which
is red and must be moved. You
can
see all five if you start early and sail
with
the tide and a northeast wind. Sailboats
have
white hulls and white sails,
but
100-year old Herreshoff sails
can
be tanbark, and the fleet at Nantucket
parade
with rainbow sails. Rainbow
colors
don’t include white, except before
the
prism of rain where sunlight
includes
all colors.
The
Dove of Peace is pure white. So was Jaws.
Moby
Dick. Cod that saved the Pilgrims
their
first snowy winter. Swans, no longer at
Wasque.
Ghosts. Phantoms.
Unicorns. Snow White.
White Christmas, Bing Crosby, 1954. White out
in
the fog. Wite-Out on typed pages. White paper
for
printers. White papers for Presidents.
White
wash. White noise. White collar jobs.
White lies, damn lies and statistics, perhaps Mark Twain.
Oceans white with
foam. Alabaster cities gleam.
Poles
for flags. Stars and white stripes
that
once stood for purity and innocence.
White
wine. White froth on dark beer. Lines
of
cocaine. A Whiter Shade Of Pale, Procul Harum,
1967. Two aspirin the morning after.
White
is a new beginning. Wiping the slate
clean. White amplifies everything that comes
after
it, like grass stains on a Red Sox uniform.
It
is the color of the page before the poem.
The
canvas before the art. The sheet of
music
before
the notes. It is the possibility
of
everything.
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