Sonnet [Nothing was ever what it claimed to be,]
Nothing was ever what it claimed to be, the earth, blue egg, in its seeping shell dispensing damage like a hollow hell inchling weeping for a minor sea ticking its tidelets, x and y and z. The blue beneficence we call and spell and call blue heaven, the whiteblue well of constant water, deepening a thee, a thou and who, touching every what— and in the or, a shudder in the cut— and that you are, blue mirror, only stare bluest blankness, whether in the where, sheen that bleeds blue beauty we are taught drowns and booms and vowels. I will not.
From Nomina by Karen Volkman. Copyright © 2008 by Karen Volkman. Reprinted by permission of B.O.A. Editions. All rights reserved.
Karen Volkman, author of Whereso (BOA Editions, 2016), is the recipient of the James Laughlin Award, given by the Academy of American Poets, and the Iowa Poetry Prize.
Date Published: 2008-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/sonnet-nothing-was-ever-what-it-claimed-be