Today's poem is by Reginald Shepherd
Manifest
Sir star, Herr Lenz, white season body
master snapping masts in half, absent
winds' workmanship: what window
will I look you through, what brook, streamcreaking past fretwork weeds, clouds
in the context of cold? Lord knot
to be untied, skiff hard alee ill winds:
a hiss of wish and cinders and Iam warm, crossing dazed oceans by hand
to sow the doubtful sea with drought. Mine
of rain and seize and sluice, you changeyour mind again, a rage for green waves'
open vowels, undrinkable. No talking
to the weeds, no talking with the snow.
Copyright © 2003 Reginald Shepherd All rights reserved
from Otherhood
University of Pittsburgh Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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