The Collected Poems of Barbara Guest. Barbara Guest

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СКАЧАТЬ is green. I recognize

      the powerful daylight heat. My savages

      a cooling torpor rearranges,

      as at its southern margins, the oak.

       From your journals

       He said: “In nymphic barque”

       She replied: “A porcupine.”

       And later,

       “Reason selects our otherness.”

      In the broad strange light,

      a region of silences. The delphic

      clouded tree knows its decline,

      if you were to forget animosities, girls,

      and in the pagan grass slide heedlessly

      blossoms would return such songs

      as I’ve sung of you, the youthful ashes

      fling upward settling fragrant

      brightness on your dusky marquetry,

      All grey-haired my sisters

      this afternoon’s seraphicness

      is also fading. Linger while

      I pass you quickly lest the cherry’s

      bloom changed to white

      fall upon my head.

Windy Afternoon

      Through the wood

      on his motorcycle piercing

      the hawk, the jay

      the blue-coated policeman

      Woods, barren woods,

      as this typewriter without an object

      or the words that from you

      fall soundless

      The sun lowering

      and the bags of paper

      on the stoney ledge

      near the waterfall

      Voices down the roadway

      and leaves falling over there

      a great vacancy

      a huge leftover

      The quality of the day

      that has its size in the North

      and in the South

      a low sighing that of wings

      Describe that nude, audacious line

      most lofty, practiced street

      you are no longer thirsty

      turn or go straight.

Russians at the Beach

      The long long accent

      the short vowel

      that thing wrapped around a palm tree

      is it this water, or this jetty?

      The blue, in air dismal

      to the face further than sand

      then green rolling its own powder

      you will provide you stranger

      The cargo intimate cargo

      of lashes and backs bent like a crew

      the miles are vast and the isthmus

      shows five-toed feet

      erect thunders all afternoon

      You have traveled

      more than this shore where

      the long bodies

      wait

      their thin heads

      do not understand

      They are bent

      the breeze is light

      as the step of a native is heavy

      you are tired

      but you breathe

      and you eat

      and you sleep where the stream is narrow

      where the foam has left off

      ascending

      the day meets your borders

      so easily

      where you have discovered it.

The Hero Leaves His Ship

      I wonder if this new reality is going to destroy me.

      There under the leaves a loaf

      The brick wall on it someone has put bananas

      The bricks have come loose under the weight,

      What a precarious architecture these apartments,

      As giants once in a garden. Dear roots

      Your slivers repair my throat when anguish

      commences to heat and glow.

      From the water

      A roar. The sea has its own strong wrist

      The green turf is made of shells

      it is new.

      I am about to use my voice

      Why am I afraid that salty wing

      Flying over a real hearth will stop me?

      Yesterday the yellow

      Tokening clouds. I said “no” to my burden,

      The shrub planted on my shoulders. When snow

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