Particles: New and Selected Poems. Dan Gerber
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Название: Particles: New and Selected Poems
Автор: Dan Gerber
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Зарубежные стихи
isbn: 9781619321816
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being moves through my body
like clouds, arriving in one shape,
drifting off as another.
I don’t remember being born,
only the great dog
whose fur I clung to
before the first day of school.
Memory accounts
for space, not time.
It records the quality and angle
of light, the keen, metallic scent of wind
through porch screens — the wailing
as it rises — the warmth and texture of air —
the weather and sometimes
whether or not it was a Tuesday,
but never how long it lasted — or
how many years ago — only
how it felt — alone in that moment.
And the sound of waves breaking.
We see time past as Euclidian — moments
of solitude with no date affixed —
long afternoons of childhood in no time at all,
when it first occurred that you were seven,
without knowing that,
because of the moment — now in memory —
you will always be seven in that place.
Our solitude — being alone
with the one you knew there —
our loneliness — being there
without him.
Two billion seconds of life
now, on a planet only
four and a half billion years
old — and every atom on loan
to it much older than that.
In the beginning, all that was
was too hot for atoms — too tightly
packed to let go of its light —
as if the universe
had come out the other side of a black hole —
heading back to where it began
over ungraspable distance
right now — and not at all
far from home.
Every creation story I know
comes out of the dark —
the brune garden in which light blooms.
Dark matter pulling chaotic
energy apart — breaking the prison
of its own concentration —
giving it space to be a wave.
The master equation
of the Standard Model of particle physics
accounts for everything
except gravity — and gravity
accounts for everything —
irresistible center of the spheres
and stars, on and among which
we go on — curving our
straight course — as it draws
the low-gliding hawk
irresistibly
back together with its shadow.
Imagine Earth
as the nucleus of a hydrogen atom
from which we’re looking out — hoping
for a glimpse of the single electron
whirling around in its orbit
and — like Neptune — simply too
distant to see — a green pea
in a green field a half-mile away.
Now in confusion — now
in a wave — a thousand blackbirds
rise and veer above a stubble field —
their wings like obsidian in the sun.
Illusory solidity of the world
and things — the chair I’m on —
its atoms whizzing in arcs,
repelling each other while I sit
musing in this electromagnetic storm —
a chair.
So much space inside an atom,
why can’t I reach through this wall?
Is a honeybee
one being, or an element
of one being?
Particles — shadows of waves
in water moving over bright sand.
As a child I witnessed a tiny sort of
particle accelerator
in the cold, blue light
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