Into Bad Weather Bounding
(After Wallace Stevens' "Of The Surface Of Things")
Colligated points, dust, ultimately a cloud, as in an orographic cloud in Colorado cringing against a horizon. Boundaried vision and vapor conspire to exhale, exalt into rain random dispersal into the present: I see as far as that. I never saw farther. In sinking air, mammatus cloud a sign the storm has passed is passing... I walk happily whenever or sometimes pass the last bad sign the bounded land, I am sad as you are doubtless. Sad said the bad man, somber. Otherwise say: In my room the world is beyond my understanding;/ But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud.
Bin Ramke is the author of Massacre of the Innocents (University of Iowa Press, 1995) and Wake (University of Iowa Press, 1998), both of which won the Iowa Poetry Prize.
Date Published: 2011-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/bad-weather-bounding