Sunday, October 20, 2019

Quick Sunset Wrench

  • Someone who lives in Michigan asked me to please live in Michigan too
  • close, please, the same street even, there's a lot, three acres, not for sale yet, would be two doors down, but...
  • I said yes
  • she the only reason I'll move to Michigan, not grandchildren who don't exist
  • though the day-to-day best sunsets I've ever seen is a good pitch


Josephine Miles

This gray board fence turns blue in the evening light
And the sycamores reign down upon it their diadems,
And blue and green batter in wood and stems
The stems of light
Their green and golden gems.

At once, out of a million years of energy,
All turn to flesh,—board, gate, and branch—
With that quick sunset wrench
Which seems like chance,
Out of the fashion of an entropy.

If then the flesh is yours, as now it is,
I have lost yard, sunset, and all
Into a mild greeting, and I call
The sunset to your thought, to tell it is
Parent apparent to your rich apparel.

1 comment:

  1. 1)that's a good-looking sunset

    2)i liked pinkham's quote from melville in a review of demuth's book on the bering strait

    “Nowhere in all America will you find more patrician-like houses; parks and gardens more opulent, than in New Bedford. Whence came they?” Melville asked in Moby-Dick. He knew the answer: “All these brave houses and flowery gardens came from the Atlantic, Pacific, and Indian oceans. One and all, they were harpooned and dragged up hither from the bottom of the sea.”