Today's poem is by D. Nurkse
Syntax
for William Calvin
When we were apes
we had a language
of twenty-eight grunts
and each had a meaning:enemy, trick, storm,
mango, refuge, mate.To become strangers
we had to invent a system
of impenetrable sighs:
ah... ee... sh... oo...interchangeable in patterns
because they hold nothing.No danger, no home, no sky.
The blank signs came to us
in a dream that lasted
a thousand thousand generations
and one warm rainy night
when a salmon leaped
toward its faint splash
and a firefly sailed
neatly into its spark.Already we were equidistant
from the mind that will die
and the body that cannot.We could almost recognize ourselves
in the river at dawn.
Copyright © 2009 D. Nurkse All rights reserved
from The Manhattan Review
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