The farmhouse of old dreams of permanence is about to fall down. Yet, in early summer, white daisies adorn the grass. And sandhill cranes come for a short visit. In a little while, they will lift into the air together and fly away, calling to each other their bugle-call.
I have been reading the biography of John Updike today. The author, Adam Begley, has been giving lots of samples of gloriously-written sentences from early Updike work. This has made me inspect my sentences (like the first two above) with alarm. But no matter, sometimes I manage something that pleases me. And I always find something else to think about when I am writing or typing out the poem.
Here, as I promised last night, is the rest of last night's poem.
The challenge, to start
not with theory but with tangible performance
You and others, approaching
We shall be asked for a way out
to be fed
to keep warm and dry
Starting with experience, magic
More than once we have been lost
in a trackless wilderness
dwarfed and shadowed by mighty buildings
subway trains wild as elephants
One goes blindly back to one's desk
These moments come, their dark
We glimpsed control
and more tragic waste
We entered with 40,000,000 warriors
with the dignity of cathedrals
The lake is upon you
You have two canoes, your tent
You have your axes
What, precisely, is your procedure?
Anna Moschovakis, from YOU AND THREE OTHERS ARE APPROACHING A LAKE, Coffee House Press, 2011, pp 30-31.