as if hibernal
what distance could we contrive
to the fallible mists purpling
friezes, what would you and i
mean, if somehow the ridges of
yesterday grew into us, scaling
off our overturned wrists like
iced-over fountains/free from
Reading's foliage/that collage
brimming with winter, auburns
stifled sealed over pockets we
sprint down toward, if i can find
you there and we can make a blaze
the stars would notice, isn't that
the only necessary even-quiet,
fleeting, as premise, preface
to reflection?
to the fallible mists purpling
friezes, what would you and i
mean, if somehow the ridges of
yesterday grew into us, scaling
off our overturned wrists like
iced-over fountains/free from
Reading's foliage/that collage
brimming with winter, auburns
stifled sealed over pockets we
sprint down toward, if i can find
you there and we can make a blaze
the stars would notice, isn't that
the only necessary even-quiet,
fleeting, as premise, preface
to reflection?
posted by Scott Glassman at 8:34 AM
3 Comments:
I love "make a blaze the stars would notice." Wish I wrote it :) It's not just the words, but the sounds that beef up the meaning of that phrase. I taught the term "image" to my students today-- this is a beautiful visual image if I've ever seen one.
This poem too feels like it's tetering on something, a tightrope, maybe, or a decision, or a destinatioon. I like it.
destination. geeze.
I'm curious, what images did you use to teach them? William Carlos Williams was one of the first poets I ever fell in love with. how are you doing?
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