Sunday, April 1, 2012

poetry saves

'tis national poetry month and i will sometimes share some poems with you that i love very much. to start, here is one from rebecca wolff's figment:

Eminent Victorians


Half the day is dead already-
a lady with a baby in the shady graveyard
promenade not quite the idea
but the first idea to be impressed
so firmly- Grace to be born

in the
bisected quadrangle
stones propped insensible
but all in relation
to the babe.
Babe what suckles
babe what grows comfortable with thieves in a fertile
bed of unsaid
slice eponymous
grafted to the reef

Hold my hand
in the undergrowth
waist high at your leisure cheerful
child of melancholy and displeasure.
Soft in the lap you grow

hard at the breast- Oh
under- and aboveground we go
to relieve us. Camphor
and cambric by the hand not by halves
one turn more

will take us back to where we rest.
Baby is not baby when she
wears her oblong
freshet
I will take her home to rest.


buy figment from powells (you really should)

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