The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 8/27/2008)

[RetroLounge]

Incantations of April

Still winter, and on the local station
Two harvest tunes play out
Their peasant arguments in the dark
Chocolate of a cello, in the keyboard's
Rumble and pluck. So what
If the radio's late, four months
Behind the weather? I'm already
One season ahead, packing up
The corduroy and the watch cap,
The crow's foot jacket in black wool.
Already I'm sniffing the ravaged air
For an odor of new earth, vaguely vaginal,
Compost and loam where the seedlings
Sink their roots. Already I'm turning
Back from stars in their cold glow, and scouting
For sunslicks on the lawn, for the pout of tulips,
Long legs and a painted mouth.
If the trees, bent and bare, look like
A mind naked to its worst woes,
What's that to me? Moonmad before my time,
My mission's not to stammer down the streets
Like a salt truck, but to cast a spell
On the calendar, in risky chants, in syllables
Of slow elation, and call up on faith
The random primitives of spring, taking it all
As far as the eye can't see.

Elton Glaser

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Listen here: http://www.onearth.org/multimedia/podcast/poetry-elton-glaser

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RL

[blueraven95]

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[RetroLounge]

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[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear Retro!

I just love the imagery in this one!

He has captured the real feeling of spring so beautifully...

Thank you!



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[RetroLounge]

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[xchrom]

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If the trees, bent and bare, look like
A mind naked to its worst woes,
What's that to me? Moonmad before my time,
My mission's not to stammer down the streets
Like a salt truck, but to cast a spell
On the calendar, in risky chants, in syllables
Of slow elation, and call up on faith
The random primitives of spring, taking it all
As far as the eye can't see.

[RetroLounge]

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:hi:

RL