Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HEARTLAND MUSIC, by CLARENCE MAJOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Crickets cranking shifting gears | ||||||||
Crickets cranking shifting gears, and I lie down on creeping lily turf beneath weeping branches, sad and happy, listening to the thumping rhythm of my own heartbeat, as if counting my last few minutes, a rhythm I see repeated in the pinkish red sky covering me like glasswork. I wish you were here. Patchwork clouds cast down occasional shadows, now bumping along the shallow gulf here, keeping rhythm to the drum in my chest full of wind chimes. Wish you were here. Closing my eyes, I listen to the tiny fingers of wind plucking and washing the wheat in the field behind the house where clusters of white flowers spread wild, lingering all around wheat like cattle ready to graze. And rattling my chimes too, it moves off, pushing those clouds, the way your backup chorus gets behind your beating heart when you are the solo. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SYNCOPATED CAKEWALK by CLARENCE MAJOR REVELATION AT CAP FERRAT by CLARENCE MAJOR SAND FLESH AND SKY by CLARENCE MAJOR A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR |
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