No Treasures Could Talk

Wikipedia Poem, No. 468

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“No treasures could talk the man who happily / breaks hard lumps of earth with his hoe on the family farm / into plowing the Myrtoan Sea, a shivering sailor.” Horace

After Horace

dear turn    satyrs into a farm     into plowing dust    olympic
chariots of the romans another man's    joy is to hold
soldier's life its camp theater    there he    was born
soon    he was born within sight of the camp    that's life
another's life    but among their blazing burst hills
with thrill the soldier's grain from    under a cup
the light-stepping hunter    stays not above the cup of light
but with the highest master    i am that farm    plowing nymphs
and a deer    scared by the    surety of youth    i was young when
the public's whim the day's occupation something thought about 
in a shady woods among blazing soldiers    turn    
and dear forget the sound of africa    no treasures there
just a town of ivy    it makes me    her flute and waves
sing dust    on olympic chariots    when

Rabbi Said

Wikipedia Poem, No. 465

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“Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, / While the world’s tide is bearing me along; / Other desires and other hopes beset me, / Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!” Emily Brontë

there's no time to   explain there's no           
dazzle in          order to wrestle among its   
ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants ants      
to say       not           better in the christian sense 
the jain sits under a tree in        order to wrestle 
among its    ants ants ants     
crawl          up his perfect warmth even if           
i feel no such warmth       for the gourmand           
for the essentialist        for the part of me which insists upon 
treating others with          respect 
as productive as an ant productive

         this is    the         earth's horizon — 
handsy        in control       touchy-feely frightening 
the jain     it is being in its essential parthood
i insist upon treating others with respect
as productive as          a thing being   only eyes   the thing
even if i or it feel no such warmth           for this eye 
i         feel no such      warmth   for the same     tree 
or ant in order to wrestle among
among      its ants ants ants ants