Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AFTER READING TAKAHASHI, by JAMES HARRISON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Nothing is the same to anyone Last Line: That is my life. Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim Subject(s): Books; Change; Reading | ||||||||
Nothing is the same to anyone. Moscow is east of Nairobi but thinks of herself as perpetually west. The bird sees the top of my head, an even trade for her feathered belly. Our eyes staring through the nose bridge never to see each other. She is not I, I not her. So what, you think, having little notion of my concerns. O that dank basement of "so what" known by all though never quite the same way. All of us drinking through a cold afternoon, our eyes are on the mirror behind the bottles, on the snow out the window which the wind chases fruitlessly, each in his separateness drinking, talk noises coming out of our mouths. In the corner a pretty girl plays pinball. I have no language to talk to her. I have come to the point in life when I could be her father. This was never true before. The bear hunter talked about the mountains. We looked at them together out of the tavern window in Emigrant, Montana. He spent fifty years in the Absaroka Mountains hunting grizzly bears and, at one time, wolves. We will never see the same mountains. He knows them like his hands, his wife's breasts and legs, his old dog sitting outside in the pickup. I only see beautiful mountains and say "beautiful mountains" to which he nods graciously but they are a photo of China to me. And all lessons are fatal: the great snowy owl that flew in front of me so that I ducked in the car; it will never happen again. I've been warned by a snowy night, an owl, the infinite black above and below me to look at all creatures and things with a billion eyes, not struggling with the single heartbeat that is my life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID LEHMAN THE ILLUSTRATION?ÇÖA FOOTNOTE by DENISE LEVERTOV FALLING ASLEEP OVER THE AENEID by ROBERT LOWELL POETRY MACHINES by CATE MARVIN LENDING LIBRARY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON |
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