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The ADA Poems


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Bone-spur, stirrup of veins-white colt

a tree, sapling bone again, worn to a splinter,

a steeple, the birch aground

in its ravine of leaves. Abide with me, arrive

at its skinned branches, its arms pulled

from the sapling, your wrist taut,

each ganglion a gash in the tree's rent

trunk, a child's hackwork, love plus love,

my palms in your fist, that

trio a trident splitting the birch, its bark

papyrus, its scars calligraphy,

a ghost story written on

winding sheets, the trunk bowing, dead is

my father, the birch reading the news

of the day aloud as if we hadn't

heard it, the root moss lit gas,

like the veins on your ink-stained hand-

the birch all elbows, taking us in.

Aubade Against Grief

Chaste sun who would not light your face

pale as the fates

who vanished

when we turned aside; recluse

whom grace

returned and by returning banished

all thought but: Love, late

sleeper in the early hours, flesh of my bone,

centaur: Excuse

my faults—tardiness, obtuse

remit of my own

heart, unruly haste

to keep my mouth on yours, to wipe the slate

clean, to atone—

what could I want but to wait

for that light to touch your face,

chaste as Eros in the first wishedon

rush of wings?

Late Poem

. . . a matter of changing a slide in a magic lantern.”

I wish we were Indians and ate foie gras

and drove a gas- guzzler

and never wore seat belts

I’d have a baby, yours, cette fois,

and I’d smoke Parliaments

and we’d drink our way through the winter

in spring the baby would laugh at the moon

who is her father and her mother who is his pool

and we’d walk backwards and forwards

in lizard- skin cowboy boots

and read Gilgamesh and Tintin aloud

I’d wear only leather or feathers

plucked from endangered birds and silk

from exploited silkworms

we’d read The Economist

it would be before and after the internet

I’d send you letters by carrier pigeons

who would only fly from one window

to another in our drafty, gigantic house

with twenty- three uninsulated windows

and the dog would be always be

off his leash and always

find his way home as we will one day

and we’d feed small children

peanut butter and coffee in their milk

and I’d keep my hand glued under your belt

even while driving and cooking

and no one would have our number

except I would have yours where I’ve kept it

carved on the sole of my stiletto

which I would always wear when we walked

in the frozen and dusty wood

and we would keep warm by bickering

and falling into bed perpetually and

entirely unsafely as all the best things are

—your skin and my breath on it.

Product Details

Zarin, Cynthia
Knopf Publishing Group
Single Author / General
Nabokov, Vladimir Vladimirovich
American - General
Poetry-A to Z
Single Author / American
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8.6 x 6.2 x .49 in .575 lb

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