I mentioned NarcissusWorks a couple of days back. Anny offers a blog filled with exciting poetry and beautiful art. I asked and received permission to repost one of her poems here. I love this poem and find myself repeating lines of it to myself during the day. One suggestion: Read it aloud. Good poetry is meant to be spoken. You need to taste the words as they roll off your tongue. The overt meaning will be clear, and you will be able to access the deeper levels. Enjoy.
poets & sunflowers & woods
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poets and sunflowers
poets and woods
I can remember Hoelderlin,
or Dino Campana –
......................not Pound
not Montale, or Dickinson, or
Majakovsky, Nietzsche for that matter
even if the world was different
they’d already anticipated, felt in a distinct way
the existentialist cry of all
something more Dostoyevskian when
nature goes with an interaction of the one
to the one – that romantic lore à la Keats
when spring erupts and poetry opens rusted selves
to the élan of a nonexistent departure towards the dream
but you’ll have to paint sunflowers with the exactitude of each
thick and light colored petal –yellow orange rose rose with white-
imagine woods fresh with resin to grasp it, or linger with the
Impressionists, Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, Verdi’s Requiem
the landing into an orchard with the heat or frost
pests biting your naked calves arms neck, buzz
in your ears, poison to keep them away, its stench
that glues down your throat, this the world of the wood
of the sunflowers meandering their heavy heads
after the glowing -unseen by us if not by reflection-
........................celestial body
dancing on the spiraling notes of gut stringed orchestrated violins
veloce, velocissimo, the piano! with turgid callas & drops of honey
in crystal glasses full with wine diamonds extracted from the womb
of earth deep from your right elbow during an anguished sleep in dark
adult nights to wake up to write about poets and sunflowers or poets
and woods poets & sunflowers & woods with spring to come
.
Copyright 2005 Anny Ballardini. All rights reserved. Posted by express permission.
2 comments:
Beautiful. I like the way it builds up motion at the end. It's as if the poet was having to hurry to get all the words out before the moment passed.
Reading it aloud helps.
I agree with _Texas Susan_ re.: your poems, and again thank you, Tech!
Have a good day,
Anny Ballardini
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