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for common tones in simple time by john adams

m i d e l s  for a minamalist

                                                    poet 

,so in a, p i a n o

                                                    is

a special interior held

                                                   from thee.

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what sudden leap

from here to there

what sudden leap

a hare

a small wind blows

a small wind blows

a small window closed

The Owl

Who,

The owl

Going who

Suddenly to

An owl somewhere,

Or

Who

Disappeared,

In the dark arms

Of the dark trees, loudly

Once cried

And cried.

5

Someone left the low, awe, lights on the walls.

They leave

noises

with them.

The ceilings are left open.

Not to

mention

you breathing in the stove,

Plath.

Picking apples from

the eating worms

Thinking

what don’t I mean

dirt.

Listening to the radio or

stereo.                                                                                Sounds better.

oppositions and wind

 

1

Know that is

Light slides down

The shadowed wall

And that curved tongue

Pressed a measured palm in

Or each leaning kiss is given once and

Taken back again.  I’m saying said this once.

2

Material of

Thickest paper and

Arm a full now rose

Revolving of red.

3

Standard o say

You are missing in

Setting.

Clear.

4

Meadow now

And again comes

Meadow all white

And snowing some.

5

All through forth

Shattered light

Down

And

Out of the trees

Birds spread

Slowly round.

6

Either I am

A kind of toiled

Ending of windows or

With each thought I

Go out into the light and come back in again.

7

Bathing come

Going bathing a

(Jump and jump)

Come and going

Bathing a bathing a

(jumping)

Come bathing a going

(jump jump)

Bathing leap.

8

When ear

Well here

Well or

A or a

Ear well

Here mumbling.

9

Heaped wind on

As tree leaves

Suddenly tree leaves

Heaped and

Returning.

10

Owl

Who

An owl

Who

(In the dark tree)

Turns round its head

Round and who

reaches into

The night to tear away a mouse.

11

Have me

In coming and going

Curtains in windowing

In

Again

Have me

Again.

12

In some     awful

And           only                                               way

Other        howl

Goes heavy a shade across the yard silently now,

Some awful other standing near leering and In

Some        awful

And           only

Other way standing and I. 

13

Awe me

In new clothes

Pretending a dream.

14

I have given you a forest made

From my hand a forest and

Given it to you.

15

& found

Your letter, but

With others gathering

Dust.  So

And so says

“hi.”

The Richest City (A poem about my grandmother for Forough Farrokhzad)

What gives itself to the dawn

Is taken back at night

And given tomorrow again.

What is given to the dawn

Is taken from the night

And what is given to the light

Is given back to the dark

And whatever is taken from one

Is given to the other.

 

Your hands and feet and cheek

Have not withered.

Your arms and legs, my love,

Have not withered.

 

I have followed the soft line

Of your long neck,

Overcome with awe and curiosity.

I have followed the soft line

Of your neck

As if I were on the edge of an ancient city,

A rich city

That is only real

When I press my hand to its side and

It walls rise before me.

 

And wherever I have gone

I have not come back from

Completely.

My love, I have dragged my hand

Through those cities

And pulled you from the walls and streets.

My love, I have

Pulled you from the dirt of those cities

And I do not have to hold your hands

For your hands to be in my hands.

 

Who is it now that rubs their hand against my cheeks

When I am crying?

Who is it now that rubs my cheeks

When I am crying?

 

And if they wilt,

Your hands,

If they wilt

Then they wilt like the flowers wilt.

They wilt like the flowers wilt.

Becoming more, turned against themselves

And pulled away from the light and

Given to the darkness again.

 

What is taken from the light

Is given to the dark

And whatever is taken form one

Is given to the other.

 

Your long neck

Does not wilt.

Your long neck and side

Does not wilt.

But if they do

Then it is like a flower

That has crawled back inside itself.

If they do

Then it is like the flower.

 

Then it is like the dawn

That is taken from the night.

Then it is like my hand

That pulls you from the walls of a rich city.

And wherever I have gone

I have not come back from completely.

And wherever I am

I am not there completely.

Because I cannot,

Because I cannot stop.

God’s Last Words

Lights Up.

 

At stage center we see a white dove sitting on a severed head.  From off stage we hear a dog barking.  A light falls from the rigging above the stage just missing the head and the bird is startled and flies away.  The dog continues barking.

An APPLAUSE sign blinks over stage center.

 

Blackout.

 

Curtain.

Totem 9.20

feather

on

pillow

a

and

a

feather

on

a

pillow

fellows.