Whom I Have Blocked Out

Asked Have you ever asked….. ridden a horse before….. / Said
He’s real gentle….. and lifted me up

I trusted what men said was gentle
to hurt….. and I knew I couldn’t say / No

to what men said was gentle
and lifted me up

* …. * …. *

Onto the horse no….. saddle he
Without a saddle seemed….. naked the horse seemed more

Naked than I could make myself naked
but not….. / As naked as I could be made to be….. / Lifted

me up from the day / At the farm
Into the memory already forming

The Hastily Assembled Angel on Embodiment

(being a recapitulation of the “Fresh Eyes for a Fresh World” sections of Sometimes I Never Suffered)

The hastily assembled angel’s sure he never
Before he had a body had a body
How could he have….. though he….. thinks he remembers
Watching the other angels build him from above the

Parts they were hammering together were
Folding together stapling….. together paper-
clipping together nobody….. yet living where
Staples and paperclips would come from paper

To fold….. but hammers always were and things
To strike bodies….. to strike except for his
Which he’s sure….. could not have been
Before it was….. but he recalls an eminence

Please Come Flying

Lucie I’m flying south to you
…….. Through winter on a train
You beat the summer one last time
My body takes me where I go

Bearing my thousand single love for
…….. You….. now that you can’t hear me
Quietly….. to the cemetery
The long train knocks….. the long train shivers

Beneath the weight….. I shiver most
…….. Beside me….. fast rain fills the
Window….. displacing as it spills a-
cross the glass….. light….. I staring west

Mistake light leaving for light dying
…….. Lucie as the light flies
Sparkling from the glass….. back to the sky
In raindrops flying….. that fall back flying

For Sylvia Twenty-Seven in July

You’re three and I can see you you have run away
………… Across the park you turned once….. first you ran
………… Fifteen or twenty steps or only ten
Laughing then turned to make….. sure I was watching you

Still in the boxed-in….. park in the empty park in….. Salem where
………… We live….. except for some tall evergreens
………… With wide and bare trunks….. near the library
And then you ran until you were half-hidden….. far-

To Make a Wound

I roll two sheets in….. like you taught me so
The platen won’t get worn out….. and again
I write to you….. I write you here….. I know
Now you’re more me than you….. I’m writing in

Winter and you’re the stiffness and the cold
Still in my fingers….. but in summer you
Would be….. the bladed fingers wounding cold
Air from the hot….. air at the window you

Would be….. the roaring of the blades
Hacking the summer from the air….. and my relief
Grandmother tell me is it best to breathe
But is it better to be comforted