Bodies, The. Christopher Sindt
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Название: Bodies, The

Автор: Christopher Sindt

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Языкознание

Серия: Free Verse Editions

isbn: 9781602355545

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      and lie down for the mower again.

      (She is remembered

      only in daydreams, never

      in speech, never around the students,

      never at the ballpark while the players

      trot the bases before the game.)

      These flat recollections of events

      rarely feel like living.

      And these children

      bombing and standing beneath bombs.

      This secretary,

      these defenses

      and this televised citizenry.

      This oak and its technicolor translation.

      Hayward Marshlands

      Star was darting, prying specs of light along levees. Hear me here tomorrow and the next day, get the body in place. And everything that follows: calf, nape, and small. Let the bodies be assembled along levees, let them make salt.

      Past the recycling plant, past the blasted shoreline. In the broken made world, words fall between us.

      Airplanes on their southern approach to Oakland, concrete wind, a grey sheet. Shy and pneumatic, the distance between shore and shore. The glance can’t fix underwater, even in the shallows. When I knew you best, you were crying straight, but usually you were darting and masking. Hear me tomorrow in the red marsh grass. We will agree, and the water will be different, slightly on the surface and slightly underneath, driftwood.

      Beginning with a Line by Rilke

      Just once; no more

      The ash

      And its competent leaves

      Just once

      Above the wetland

      Once the ridge

      Laden, no more

      Fog as flower

      No more

      The baying Holsteins

      How the sun

      Closes, happy

      The ash, happy

      The holsteins no more

      Heron are you happy

      Heron are you just

      Ground Problem

      The previous (planning as) (“natives”)

      and deer-resistant (smile

      violet) withering and drawn

      losing investment

      when mistakes are capital

      one plant punishes (paper crèche)

      birthday problem press, kiss

      circles for trees, (trunks)

      cross-hatches making

      steps in space “you have to imagine three dimensions”

      (before you go can I ask, fear of the unasked) “A bottle of”

      (spring) plans

      nervous laughter because mistakes

      (tensiled and tearing) for fear

      “growing” more and more

      the way you want it if you know

      in the side view looking down the drive

      path of rock (fact: slant, drainage

      issue: clay) beds of cedar

      “may decay quicker but you don’t care”

      spring greens (major growth spurt)

      when the plan calls for messy she sounds

      worried,

      a drawing-in, (yardstick)

      a tracing, a temporary version

      the sun will tell us divorced light

      a beige and then a bright (plant

      palette)

      we can’t tell here “what it will

      look like in” what disasters (earthquake)

      and what near-disasters between two people

      stop talking in metaphors and choose a color

      laughter is after and hers.

      Sunset Beach

      The ocean is not a dark mirror.

      And the beach spreads its minutes largely: driftwood, folding chairs, apple grass, pelicans

      tracing and breaking the breaking surface.

      The sun hits the water directly and the world seems briefly measurable.

      Not a dark mirror: a place for diving foundation for becoming.

      Before, when the other was listening, speaking was easier.

      Unnerving clarity with the sun directly overhead.

      How to represent another thing or its feelings.

      Or a certain dog or cat that must be named Alice or Scout, particulars that announce themselves and reach out, or don’t,

      maddening to others, the way the path of the sanderling must overlap the path of the sandpiper, for some truly small amount of time, but historical

      still. Not a dark mirror, knowledge full of seams and breaches: the sandpiper and the sanderling must be

      invented again, sometimes together sometimes apart.

      When did enormity give way to measurement?

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