This morning like new blood seed the gleam of wet ripe strawberries! From the dark green yard firstlight lifts them tenderly towards me in an abeyance of light, until they mingle with the white and pink beauties in the grocer's glass, which is my very lifeline. O through the pale stick window- frame they shine like light's prerequisites! But they are not. They are only light's leftovers, their arming sweetness merely accidental. Here, on my languid back, my blood singing like pure mud, I am sugar's slavish dependent but light's most daily essential, dangled on a thin candy chain of hard sweet rounds as necessary to breakfast light as little yellow birds wiping bright garden flesh on the edge of day. Sullen, I lie bedded in the sour entrail of some void animal, munching my vitrine pill until the fecal dark glows like a morning park! Ah, sweet bloodiness and bloody sweetness illuminating my head! I swim round in bed, my voice becoming a honied cry, glad as a gold yard rooster's! The room coruscates with animal and mineral gold. Red escalates. And bubbling with light's booster, in boosted, candied light I rise propped and crying upon the saccharine morning that in my radiant cold pail I shall pull, like a blowzy drayhorse drawing dainty weights, ruddy cornerstones under the mantling beams of rosy reason. http://www.wlu.edu/~shenano | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BATTLEDORE AND SHUTTLECOCK by AMY LOWELL THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. BURKE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |