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It’s true there were times when it was too much
and I slipped off in the first light or its last hour
and drove up through the crooked way of the valley
and swam out to those ruins on an island.
Blackbirds were the only music in the spruces,
and the stars, as they faded out, offered themselves to me
like glasses of water ringing by the empty linens of the dead.
When Delilah watched the dark hair of her lover
tumble, she did not shatter. When Abraham
relented, he did not relent.
Still, I would tell you of the humbling and the waking.
I would tell you of the wild hours of surrender,
when the river stripped the cove’s stones
from the margin and the blackbirds built
their strict songs in the high
pines, when the great nests swayed the lattice
of the branches, the moon’s brute music
touching them with fire.
And you, there, stranger in the sway
of it, what would you have done
there, in the ruins, when they rose
from you, when the burning wings
ascended, when the old ghosts
shook the music from your branches and the great lie
of your one sweet life was lifted?
|July 08, 2015||Stridulation Sonnet||Jessica Jacobs|
|July 07, 2015||The Children||TJ Jarrett|
|July 06, 2015||from “Flying Point”||DJ Dolack|
|July 05, 2015||Sea Poppies||H. D.|
|July 04, 2015||I, Too||Langston Hughes|
|July 03, 2015||Difference||Nate Klug|
|July 02, 2015||Oversight||Melissa Ginsburg|
|July 01, 2015||Are You Going to Stay?||Thomas Meyer|
|June 30, 2015||Do Not Speak of the Dead||Cecilia Llompart|
|June 29, 2015||On Meeting Robert Hayden in a Dream||Abdul Ali|