Tuesday, December 8, 2009

June 13, 2009

I’ve pulled six books
from my shelves in hopes
that one would yield a poem.

A Concise Encyclopedia, Pauline Brown’s Guide to Beginning Patchwork, a small bound edition of the U.S. Constitution, Seamus Heaney’s translation of “Beowulf,” Peter Irons’ Jim Crow’s Children—a discussion of the Brown decision, and a New Living Translation of the Holy Bible.

Surely in these poems and proverbs, these
facts and fabrics, these laws and their
verdicts, there is a short verse worth my ink.

And when I find it, I will be sure
to send it your way. A little lateral
literacy to enlighten your lives.

And if it bends the eye the way my
grandfather once claimed I could bend the ear
then my poem will not be an end in itself
but a beginning and a beginning and a beginning.


Jon said...
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Jon said...

I've been passing off your poetry as my own for years now... but I guess that's not really what you're talking about, is it?