Overhead the elevated straddling the library made a cool shade in summer. Across the street, framed between two steel pillars, a dirt path led through a grass lot to a hint of country life: two-story wooden houses and chicken coops. When, father-voiced, the rumbling train passed above, the chickens cackled of their decisions and appetites. For me, age twelve, there were sounds of waterfall gods who lost themselves in mist below as motion without matter, effort without force, a heaven, on every hand the signs and portents of sublimity. I embraced its configurations but in human role, with faculties of sight, hearing and delight: my object pleasure and my meaning self. I awoke to the sound of my own steps. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A DEAD LOVER by LOUISE BOGAN BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |