Wikipedia Poem, No. 739
“According to the census I am unmarried / And unchurched. // The woman in the field dressed only in the sun.” Brock-Broido
crown of smoke nation hunger as portable illusion any old hunger . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . theory subsumes hunger and mortality illusions hunger as . . . . . . .
. . . . . a hunger as . . . . . . . moralist for nations hunger is always potable
illusion seeming syntax branch from trunk spore from gill
to the field
whom is dying to
come to terms with
arctic caps a married possible
in the big beautiful blubbery suit whom dying dying dying
a ring too far gone to the
great am unmarried
according to the census i am dying
Source: Brock-Broido, Lucie. “You Have Harnessed Yourself Ridiculously to This World.” Poetry Foundation, Oct. 2013.
“Fear of Death” by John Ashbery
What is it now with me
And is it as I have become?
Is there no state free from the boundry lines
Of before and after? The window is open today
And the air pours in with piano notes
In its skirts, as though to say, “Look, John,
I’ve brought these and these”—that is,
A few Beethovens, some, Brahmses,
A few choice Poulenc notes. . . . Yes,
It is being free again, the air, it has to keep coming back
Because that’s all it’s good for.
I want to stay with it out of fear
That keeps me from walking up certain steps,
Knocking at certain doors, fear of growing old
Alone, and of finding no one at the evening end
Of the path except another myself
Nodding a curt greeting: “Well, you’ve been awhile
But now we’re back together, which is what counts.”
Air in My path, you could shorten this,
But the breeze has dropped, and silence is the last word.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 491
“My office smells like a theory, but here one weeps / to see the goodness of the world laid bare / and rising with the government on its lips, / the alphabet congealing in the air / around our heads.” Denis Johnson
his lips laid
& rising with the warm
goodness of theory
there they wept rivers
over their alphabet
that would not congeal
how grave their wound
who inter their gravity