Dear dozing marrow, the fox tracks move now inside
The snow. That other life of trapdoors collapse below our feet.
We resemble what dumbly swarms March into branches, into rain.
Dear our constant giving over, what does not sit does not
Stand does not refuse cannot be kept or killed. Dear grackle, stand,
Hold out your flexed wing: under the crewel of nerves, person of
Lace and preen, begin your red vessels over, integument over, white
Land of suet floating in the throat stay down stay over tonight.
Dear frost-scorched winter, the quiet of sleep fills our mouths
With meadow. Bird, give us something enormous—
Those are stars above us.
3 comments:
Nice to hear from you.
Is this lineated or unlineated?
Is it not translating as a lineated piece? There should be around 5 - 6 beats per line. In your version, do the lines spill over? Maybe I need to change the font. I want this to read unequivocally as verse.
According to the capitalization it's lineated. Now that I read it again I see what's going on. Maybe take a second look at the "of / lace and preen" break?
You touch on some interesting issues here. After examining or attempting to examine the "enormous", one begins to question its value - its value to those of us who are by all means less than capable of the "enormous".
In a similar vein, I wonder about the speaker and the "us" for whom he or she speaks. It's as though there is a triangle of humanity, pointed skyward, at whose apex we find the poet. The objective of this formation seems to be to gain the "enormous". What if the poet should be found wanting or, perhaps more importantly, what if the rest of the congregation should be found wanting?
I don't bring this up in a critical sense. This question fascinates me endlessly.
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