Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IMAGE OF A SAINT, by JANE MILLER Poet's Biography First Line: Many favor sunflowers seeding Last Line: You walk in sandals unimpeded Subject(s): Language; Poetry & Poets; Saints; Words; Vocabulary | ||||||||
Many favor sunflowers seeding I choose two lovers late September sharing sorbet one can always choose to imagine their fingers through each other's curls without an image of their heads bleeding & shouts all around unnatural lighting & sour air no small wonder there are deep voices the wonderful red tiles of the South an opera in the courtyard & someone will be responsible for this muggy lavender field of vegetal & hay light climaxed in storm & the stone towers too those years vanished in an afternoon the bronze figurines on the door to nowhere someone remembers them conjures rows of citizens before the campfire pig blazing All these days I've thought of myself as a poet there's that halo around intimate matters in language where impulse rules intuition too has a habit of romancing before it's shaded & twilit as the slow bellow of afternoon breathes in the shadow of the Duomo we drive our daydream around switching up narrow streets a light rain breaks in on the fortification heat mingles with evening the world is noble & familiar Language is barren before it is toned by diction & syntax diction especially & then meaning musings amusements & nuance create by the momentum of play and thought feelings & settings I feel for you at home or away whenever a century or a day goes by as a creature of love speechless with no other place to go at the time we admit it we ourselves are admitted into the soft landscape I study every day & fall behind a cloud The cattleguard of the invisible ranch opens a fringe of pinon & juniper stirs along the canyon rim alabaster cows float in tall grass cornstalks & sunflowers look like two-pump gas stations a torn billboard in the middle of nowhere drops from sight you halt before vertical walls of red rock the tops of cottonwoods trade birds Eveywhere we've ever been children & chickens & bells the dew of the valley rises into stone streets drawn uphill to the central square for the day the squash blossoms of summer have their long nap disrupted by a motorbike coughing & clanging an age of brilliant spring greens burns into weeds you walk in sandals unimpeded | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER AND MOST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK ?Ǫ by JOHN HOLLANDER A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 5 by JANE MILLER A WINTER OF LOVE LETTERS AND A MORNING PRAYER: 7 by JANE MILLER |
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