The night grows dark in the neglected garden.
Sleep falls to others. Lord if you please. . .
take away this cup of furious
wind. Your utter silence. And then:
I go blind. When eyes go blind. . .
skin listens. Whorl of fingertips.
Meek light, Michal. . . so slow, so sweet. . .
laps against my clay. An April wind,
warm air. . . breathing. . . So forth I go,
hidden in pink palms and mountain
laurel, toward the fourth. Unseen
yet and unseeing yet. I go.
Braille of brave body (my beloved
donkey now). As Peter's keys
rattle across one swollen prairie
tepee. Finger. Notched in the grove.
Who am I to thank? In the silence of the night
and the forsaken grasslands by day's
abiding sweetness? Even without poetry?
Even mute - stumbling, limping - upright, burly?
Blind evening. . . God, they have forsaken me.
With every ounce of strength. . . with history. . .
with books, with charms, with fairs. . . cant sees.
As I lie here mumbling to myself - prairie,
prairie. Ground down. Great drops of red pour
from my eyes, my vain eyes, my blind eyes, empty
- while your invincible palms rotate the clay.
Whirled I shall not betray this - your hour.
Until sated with flesh all the bards of the air
muster beneath a maple tree. Stir
Mississippi - Red River, gather
here - where thunder blooms. Sum - somewhere.
Hey ey yo. . . sound of running water
out of a deep faucet. Kedron, Missouri -
cauldron of misery - sweatlodge - weary
harness, tinder, pipesmoke - fire.
Rose up spirit from sad bones once again
ey hey yo. . . toward the milky queen
lover-bee: there, elm-top deacon
cicada-king - your rivery one:
miss sappy tree, miss twirly cubitry
(Miss Memphis Mr. Nine Ms. Mystery)
mis-stumbling Brooklyn I-taska-you - see,
droning King Like-you-me? - my prairie
ceremony (even you, odd ballerina) -
there they go, wheeling over the meadow
(- double roses, in a borrowed wheelbarrow -)
followed by a swallowtail (yellow-black, blue-eye).
An Itza hair-on-your-head muttery spirit
lifted toward Mount Orizaba on the horizon!
Plunge your hands now into the swaying
zone! Seaboard, all! Itza infinite!
Mount on. . . garnered
green garnet of the garden -
starlet in the barrel, swollen
with Jordan! Herd
every tendered mess-of-pottery Messiah-
shambling assembling anisy-toiling
gypetometering ring wassailing Ra
Ra Sun Ra Chippewa watering
stone-whistling Osiris ocarina-raining
sub-sub-sub-remaining sighting bell-
ringing tomorrow morning's crossbearings