Today's poem is by Dan Chiasson
The Elephant
(from Natural History)What explanation for my heroic courtesy? I feel
that my body was inflated by a mischievous boy.I was the size of a falcon, the size of a lion,
once I was not the elephant I find I am.My pelt sags, and my master scolds me for a botched
trick. I practiced it all night in my tent, so I wassomewhat sleepy. People connect me with sadness
and often rationality. Randall Jarrell compared meto Wallace Stevens, the American poet. I can see it
in the lumbering gait of his tercets, but in my mindI am more like Eliot, a man of Europe, a man
of cultivation. Anyone so ceremonious suffersbreakdowns. I do not like the spectacular experiments
with balance, the highwire act and cones.We elephants are images of humility, as when we
undertake our melancholy migrations to die.Did you know, though, that elephants were taught
to write the Greek alphabet with their hooves?Worn out by suffering, we lie on our great backs,
tossing grass up to heavenas a distraction, not a prayer.That's not humility, you see, on our long final journeys:
it's procrastination. It hurts my heavy body to lie down.
Copyright © 2003 Dan Chiasson All rights reserved
from AGNI
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