About this poet

Cedar Sigo is the author of Language Arts (Wave, 2014) He will teaching at St Mary's College as a visiting writer in Spring 2015. He lives in San Francisco.

Panels for the Walls

Cedar Sigo

Leave the long fall between us (peak after peak)
Here were my paints and there were my powders
And then I was drunk and we lost each other
My shadow tumbled after
Soaking cinnamon leaves in the lake of the moon
The roll of the damned drum calls me to duty
The dice in the light of the lamp
I hear a stone gong
I lean full weight on my slender staff
Yellow leaves shaken and petals confused to my garden
The hard road is written to music
How lovely locks, in bright mirrors, in high chambers
The moon shows further a gold and silver terrace
The northern grass is blue as jade
(A dream) venting in the pit of heaven

 

About this poem:
"In 2012 I was invited by the artist Chris Duncan to take part in a reading to celebrate the opening of an exhibition entitled Horizon. I decided to write a poem on that theme using shades of Chinese poetry from the T'ang Dynasty (618-906). The title is an homage to Kenneth Patchen after his 1946 volume, Panels for the Walls of Heaven."

Cedar Sigo

Copyright © 2013 by Cedar Sigo. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on March 21, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Cedar Sigo

Cedar Sigo is the author of Language Arts (Wave, 2014) He will teaching at St Mary's College as a visiting writer in Spring 2015. He lives in San Francisco.

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I cut out the "Heart with Snowflake"
Myself but it is not mine, Forget
This bloody coat bloody shirt, I
Think it is the writing that makes
Me sick, The scores and scores of
Incidental music, this nosebleed all
Spring all wet, I'm positively angry
with the Impertinence of it! I'm
Sewing up the kinks in this film