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while the unpausing factual buds of the fruit trees
continued to move toward their fruit.
The silence spoke loudly of silence,
and the rivers kept speaking
of rivers, of boulders and air.
Bound to gravity, earless and tongueless,
the untested rivers kept speaking.
Bus drivers, shelf stockers,
code writers, machinists, accountants,
lab techs, cellists kept speaking.
They spoke, the fifth day,
of silence.
*
As If Hearing Heavy Furniture Moved on the Floor Above Us
As things grow rarer, they enter the ranges of counting.
Remain this many Siberian tigers,
that many African elephants. Three hundred red-legged egrets.
We scrape from the world its tilt and meander of wonder
as if eating the last burned onions and carrots from a cast-iron pan.
Closing eyes to taste better the char of ordinary sweetness.
*
Cataclysm
It begins subtly:
the maple
withdraws an inch from the birch tree.
The porcupine
wants nothing to do with the skink.
Fish unschool,
sheep unflock to separately graze.
Clouds meanwhile
declare to the sky
they have nothing to do with the sky,
which is not visible as they are,
nor knows the trick of turning
into infant, tumbling pterodactyls.
The turtles and moonlight?
Their long arrangement is over.
As for the humans.
Let us not speak of the humans.
Let us speak of their language.
The first-person singular
condemns the second-person plural
for betrayals neither has words left to name.
The fed consider the hungry
and stay silent.
*
My Debt
Like all
who believe in the senses,
I was an accountant,
copyist,
statistician.
Not registrar,
witness.
Permitted to touch
the leaf of a thistle,
the trembling
work of a spider.
To ponder the Hubble’s recordings.
It did not matter
if I believed in
the party of particle or of wave,
as I carried no weapon.
It did not matter if I believed.
I weighed ashes,
actions,
cities that glittered like rubies,
on the scales I was given,
calibrated
in units of fear and amazement.
I wrote the word it, the word is.
I entered the debt that is owed to the real.
Forgive,
spine-covered leaf, soft-bodied spider,
octopus lifting
one curious tentacle back toward the hand of the diver
that in such black ink
I set down your flammable colors.
Contents List
11 Let Them Not Say
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15 The Bowl
16 I wanted to be surprised.
18 Vest
20 An Archaeology
21 Fecit
22 Day Beginning with Seeing the International Space Station and a Full Moon over the Gulf of Mexico and All Its Invisible Fishes
23 As If Hearing Heavy Furniture Moved on the Floor Above Us
24 Description
25 Ants’ Nest
26 A Bucket Forgets Its Water
27 Questionnaire
29 You Go to Sleep in One Room and Wake in Another
30 Chance darkened me.
31 Some Questions
33 Today, Another Universe
34 The Orphan Beauty of Fold Not Made Blindfold
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37 Now a Darkness Is Coming
38 Words
39 Homs
40 She Breathes in the Scent
41 A Folding Screen
42 Practice
43 Cataclysm
44 Paint
45 Heels
46 Cold, Clear
47 Capital: An Assay
49 Falcon
50 Spell to Be Said Against Hatred
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53 Advice to Myself
54 Notebook
55 In Ulvik
56 O Snail
57 Branch
58 Without Night-shoes
59 The Bird Net
60 Corals, Coho, Coelenterates
61 To My Fifties
62 Brocade
63 Interruption: An Assay
65 My Doubt
67 My Contentment
68 My Hunger
69 My Longing
70 My Dignity
72 My Glasses
73 My Wonder
74 My Silence
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77 A Ream of Paper
78 Lure
79 A Moment Knows Itself Penultimate
81 Bluefish
82 Almond, Rabbit
83 The Paw-paw
84 Musa Paradisiaca
85 It Was as if a Ladder
87 Like Others
88 Husband
89 Wild Turkeys
90 Nine Pebbles
90 Without blinking
90 Like that other-hand music
90 Retrospective
91 Library book with many precisely turned-down corners
91 Now even more
91 Haiku: monadnock
92 A strategy
92 Sixth extinction
92 Obstacle
93 They Have Decided
94 Things Seem Strong
95 Dog Tag
96 Biophilia
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99 Amor Fati
100 Snow
101 Kitchen
102 Harness
103 Rust Flakes on Wind
104 Pelt
105 Wood. Salt. Tin.
106 I Said
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109 Ledger
110 In a Former Coal Mine in Silesia
111 Engraving: World-tree with an Empty Beehive on One Branch
112 (No Wind, No Rain)
113 On the Fifth Day
115 Page
117 My Confession
118 Ghazal for the End of Time
119 Mountainal
120 My Debt
125 Acknowledgements
Related Reviews
‘Her poetry is a rich and assured gift…an extraordinary intertwining of cherished detail and passionate abstraction…The poems’ realised ambition is wisdom.’ – Alison Brackenbury, Agenda
‘Poems of quiet wisdom, steeped in a profound understanding of what it is to be human.’ – The Scotsman