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Poem for Advent

ANNUNCIATION

 

Into the rushing dark

a hundred starlings rise,

a hundred breaths, two hundred,

oh! a thousand climb the air,

their single body swelling like a lung

inhaling sky and still

more sky, wings lifted into light

already fallen as they turn

and dive to girder nests beneath the highway.

 

I’m hushed in my fast car, just

passing the bridge when they’re

up again, wavering now in the dusk

like a casual hand, raised for a moment

then dropped–I am reeling,

swept to the edge of the highway and left

 

with what but to follow,

wholly, smitten,

this summons so swiftly, so

distantly given.

 

Originally published in Southern Poetry Review. See a wonderful film clip of birdflight in action at geninne.com.

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Quotable

To keep his errors down to a minimum, the internal Censor to whom a poet submits his work in progress should be a Censorate. It should include, for instance, a sensitive only child, a practical housewife, a logician, a monk, an irreverent buffoon and even, perhaps, hated by all the others and returning their dislike, a brutal, foul-mouthed drill sergeant who considers all poetry rubbish. — W. H. Auden (from “Writing” in The Dyer’s Hand) via my friend David Michael’s commonplace book.

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DON’T WRITE FOR SENSE, WRITE FOR SOUND. EXPOUND THE UNIVERSE’S MEANING NOT IN SYLLOGISM BUT IN SYLLABISM. POLYPHONY, NOT PHILOSOPHY. DOWN WITH DEEP THOUGHT! BRING ON THE ACROBATIC ALPHABET, RINGLEADERS OF RHYME, A CHORUS OF CACOPHONOUS PUNS! THE PHILOSOPHER KNOWS IT, BUT IT’S THE POET WHO SHOWS IT. DON’T BLOW IT (THE TRUMPET OF EGO). BASH CYMBALS–THE SYMBOLS WILL SHIVER…

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