We Share A Sense of Rivers

C. D. Wright died yesterday. I’m supposed to be entering grades and comments into Online Learning System, but instead I’m moping.

Sonic Relations

 

In the space of an ear

she told him the uncut version

in all but inaudible detail

without motors without phones

he gathered round her

like books like chairs

her warmth her terrible warmth

flooded the tone

 

That summer she began again

my sunflowers stood as tall

as girls on ladders

she mentioned ralph and fire

twice she mentioned ralph

and the fire

across an azimuth of space

her warmth her terrible warmth

flooded the tone

 

She paused he was sweating

as though he had transported her

on his shoulders the whole summer

all over the county

 

she looked at him like some hair

she kept wrapped in cloth

doors slammed a book fell

he gathered around her

 

Her warmth her terrible warmth

flooded the tone

without motors without phones

he saw ralph then and the fire

in all but inaudible detail

he looked at her

like some combs he kept

wrapped in cloth

 

“We love it here” she said

“The girls are glad

the sunflowers and ladders

even the broom the eggs are glad

the air is so sweet

the water is sweet”

she looked at him

across an azimuth of space

he gathered round her

her warmth her terrible warmth

 

She was a Southern H. D. I heard her read once with her husband, Forrest Gander. She read so well and was so giving to the audience in spite of the terrible facilitator (another story for another time). I apologize for the spacing. WordPress hates poetry.

 

Girl Friend Poem #2

 

Awake ye and come to our house

Come running      fly if you can

 

The doors throw themselves open

The name for this part is hearth

 

Today is the best day since yesterday

We share       a sense of rivers

 

Amazed at what we saw

We thought we were dreaming

 

The eyes the eyes

The golden domes they’ve beheld

 

The annihilating smile

the year you married the falcon

 

Here an hour follows an hour

One glass of wine deserves more

 

So it is not paradise

Everybody enters the green

 

At nightfall       modestly clad

Calling their children

 

Everyone has someone

for whom to cry

 

for frances

 

 

 

 

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One response to “We Share A Sense of Rivers

  1. As you know, it was so devastating to see CD had died so young and unexpectedly. This is a woman who connected, who did not write in the abstract, a writer who is (was) so very visceral and real. A huge loss. RIP

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