Yep. Poetry. It is amazing. And right now Roger Mitchell is hitting the sweet spot. Also, it makes me happy that he taught in southern Indiana for a big chunk of his career, because then I can pretend to have a secret kinship with him.<\/p>\n
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\ntransplanted, uprooted, dangling, frittered.
\nI like invisible, though visible
\nhas its properties, proprieties, its strange
\namazements. I’m equal to the bees, let’s say,
\ntransparent, bespattered, rearranged, though not
\nwithout being first arranged. How or by what,
\nI don’t ask. Gathered, scattered, secret. Here
\nfor a moment. In terrible, terrifying,
\nordinary distance from matter and things,
\nfrom reasons I can’t see the reason for.
\nLucid and fluid. I look out the window.
\nDo things in stages, leave them unfinished,
\nbelieving that nothing ever becomes
\ncompletely. Is always coming about, around.
\nSometimes remembered. Remembered again,
\nbut fragmentarily, or by someone else.
\nAncient, delirious, wise, unable.
\nShouted across a field. Fallow, hollow,
\nhallowed. Done in the dark, all of it. At dawn,
\non a Tuesday or Friday. All of it
\nalways arriving. Convinced, confused. Knowing
\nand unknowing. A cloud beneath a cloud.
\nA sky bringing all of itself along.<\/p>\n