Saturday, July 28, 2018

Close Enough to Being a Living Relic to Save This Thing


John Ashbery

It was snowing as he wrote.
In the gray room he felt relaxed and singular,
But no one, of course, ever trusts these moods.

There had to be understanding to it.
Why, though? That always happens anyway,
And who gets the credit for it? Not what is understood,
Presumably, and it diminishes us
In our getting to know it.

As trees come to know a storm
Until it passes and light falls anew
Unevenly, on all the muttering kinship:
Things with things, persons with objects,
Ideas with people or ideas.

It hurts, this wanting to give a dimension
To life when life is precisely that dimension.
We are creatures, therefore we walk and talk
And people come up to us, or listen
And then move away.

Music fills the spaces
Where figures are pulled to the edges,
And it can only say something.

Sinews are loosened then,
The mind begins to think good thoughts.
Ah, this sun must be good:
Doing a number, completing its trilogy.
Life must be back there. You hid it
So no one could find it
And now you can't remember where.

But if one were to invent being a child again
It might just come close enough to being a living relic
To save this thing, save it from embarrassment
By ringing down the curtain,

And for a few seconds no one would notice.
The ending would seem perfect.
No feelings to dismay,
No tragic sleep to wake from in a fit
Of passionate guilt, only the warm sunlight
That slides easily down shoulders
To the soft, melting heart.

The traditional High Egoslavian Holy Day post, 2018 edition:

Ashbery born 91 years ago today, his first birthday since his death last September. I have read - and posted - Vaucanson more than any other poem by anybody ever. The first sentence in the fourth stanza? Exactly.

Click ASHBERY for lots of poems. I say this every year: almost 40 years ago someone gave me a copy of Ashbery's Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror and changed my life.

The run of High Egoslavian Holy Days (and the traditional High Egolslavian Holy Day posts) has begun. I goofed a few days ago and mixed up Ashbery on 28th with Kate Bush on 30th. See if you can guess another. Psst. It's not Jorma's - his is in December. More hints in tags.