Far and Away [excerpt]
The rain falls on. Acres of violets unfold. Dandelion, mayflower Myrtle and forsythia follow. The cardinals call to each other. Echoes of delicate Breath-broken whistles. I know something now About subject, object, verb And about one word that fails For lack of substance. Now people say, He passed on Instead of that. Unit Of space subtracted by one. It almost rhymes with earth. What is a poet but a person Who lives on the ground Who laughs and listens Without pretension of knowing Anything, driven by the lyric's Quest for rest that never (God willing) will be found? Concord, kitchen table, 1966. Corbetts, Creeley, a grandmother And me. Sweater, glasses, One wet eye. Lots of laughter Before and after. Every meeting Rhymed and fluttered into meter. The beat was the message. . . . (for Robert Creeley)
Copyright © 2007 by Fanny Howe. Reprinted from The Lyrics with the permission of Graywolf Press, Saint Paul, Minnesota.