Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FEBRUARY SUITE, by JAMES HARRISON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Song, / angry bush Last Line: A long year has gone. Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim Subject(s): Memory; Seasons; Time; Winter | ||||||||
Song, angry bush with the thrust of your roots deep in this icy ground, is there a polar sun? ̺ ̺ ̺ Month of the frozen goat - La Roberta says cultivate new friends, profit will be yours with patience. Not that stars are crossed or light to be restored - we die from want of velocity. And you, longest of months with your false springs, you don't help or care about helping, so splendidly ignorant of us. Today icicles fell but they will build downward again. ̺ ̺ ̺ Who has a "fate"? This fig tree talks about bad weather. ̺ ̺ ̺ Here is a man drunk -- in the glass his blurred innocence renewed. ̺ ̺ ̺ The Great Leitzel before falling to her death did 249 flanges on the Roman rings -- her wrist was often raw and bloody but she kept it hidden. ̺ ̺ ̺ He remembers Memorial Day -- the mother's hymn to Generals. The American Legion fires blanks out over the lassitude of the cemetery in memory of sons who broke like lightbulbs in a hoarse cry of dust. ̺ ̺ ̺ Now behind bone in the perfect dark the dream of animals. ̺ ̺ ̺ To remember the soft bellies of fish the furred animals that were part of your youth not for their novelty but as fellow creatures. ̺ ̺ ̺ I look at the rifles in their rack upon the wall: though I know the Wars only as history some cellar in Europe might still owe some of its moistness to blood. ̺ ̺ ̺ With my head on the table I write, my arm outstretched, in another field of richer grain. ̺ ̺ ̺ A red-haired doll stares at me from a highchair, her small pink limbs twisted about her neck. I salute the postures of women. ̺ ̺ ̺ This hammer of joy, this is no fist but a wonderment got by cunning. The first thunderstorm of March came last night and when I awoke the snow had passed away, the brown grass lay matted and pubic. Between the snow and grass, somewhere into the ground with the rain a long year has gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE THE IDEA OF BALANCE IS TO BE FOUND IN HERONS AND LOONS by JAMES HARRISON |
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