A woman dreams of a house of cedar
and glass. The clocks in this house
all strike a different hour. She hangs
her feathered mask on the wall.A man stands on a crumbling bridge,
looking down at the river and its city
of stones. He moves toward, then away
from a decision.The woman no longer eats sugar or salt.
She has carefully folded her pleasures
and stored them away in her dome-topped
trunk. The man knows there are unluckyplaces, corners where cars collide and business
follows business into failure. The rainforest,
breathing green, creeps toward the clearing
and the red-roofed house.
All Fall Down
6 responses to “All Fall Down”
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Vaguely Merwin vibe. Confidence obvious. Everyday language and images>>>>extraordinary feel. Elegaic, haunting.
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Sometimes we are owned by our fears.
This is beautiful, SB — it will stay with me for some time. -
None too fussed about comparisons – this is you speaking in your own voice & to – yes, indeed – elegaic & haunting effect. A delight.
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Very good. Interesting and somewhat surreal–your poems have this twist of surrealism in them that I really dig.
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Very Haines-esque to me. I like it.
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Do you mean John Haines?! If so, I don’t see it — and have never felt more praised.
[Except when he told me he liked my work: Send it out. Each piece is different. Better than most stuff I see out there.]
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