Body Of Winter
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In these exquisitely rendered poems, people fall in and out of love, in and out of religious belief and in and out of accepting the distance between their imagined lives and the lives they live. They look back as much as forward and pick mercilessly at the open wounds of failed relationships. They inhabit geographies that are both their emancipators and captors. And they find joy, or succumb to sorrow, amid life’s inescapable ephemerality and fragility.
Breathtaking in its range of styles, Body of Winter, at its heart, is a vivid reflection of the best and worst of us all.
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Body Of Winter - Brian Prousky
Part One
Sunblind
Since I’m Adrift From The Principles
Since I’m adrift from the principles
of worms and roots and anxious seeds,
of green stalks with tall aspirations,
since I can’t squeeze bleeding earth out of my pen
or raindrops with dark pupils,
since I can’t stretch my arms in the style of a waking bear
and tear flesh off a trembling morning,
since I’m a dry toad with a congealed tongue,
every daydream brings me to a place
where a pale sky shows through
a fading outline of the moon
and rushing black water
winds between gray lacquered rocks and smooth stumps,
seeping in marsh-beds of wild grass
and gurgling in mud.
I admit I can’t decide
if they’re imagined or familiar to me,
the bulrushes with indignant attitudes,
the deceptive tiny bugs
who dissolve in puddles,
the patient copper hawks who glide for hours
before diving at snakes,
the milkweeds with pursed lips and full cheeks
who explode in feathery tirades.
In every place I inhabit I strain to hear
the music of chipmunks
in squeaky trolly wheels,
swans drying their wings
in clapping blinds,
claws scratching bark
in wallpaper being stripped,
stampeding buffalo
in roaring subway tunnels.
I have come to realize
there is nothing more important
than to remember
the land that bore you desires your demise,
the bird who guards your nest and brings you your first worm
is a buzzard who dreams of harvesting your flesh,
the otter who guides you safely downstream
is a traitor leading you down a path of ambush
and the song of a cricket lulling you to sleep
is a summons to your predators.
I have come to realize
there is nothing more regrettable
than to forget
the surrender of a cornered deer
and drowning bee,
the tears of a hooked fish,
the pleading eye of a dry sunflower,
the scream of a weed when you pull up its roots
and blood in a lake
when you slice through its skin.
Your Love Grew A Tree Inside Me
Your love grew a tree inside me.
Roots grew into my legs and I stood resolute by you.
Branches grew into my arms and I embraced you.
Leaves grew into my fingers and I stroked your face.
Bark grew into my skin and I was impenetrable
and protected you from harm.
A canopy grew into my hair and spread over us
and kept us dry when it rained.
Fruit grew from me and we were never hungry.
Seeds fell from me and other tress grew around us
and we were never lonely.
In the winter, leaves fell from me and I made you a bed
and blanket and kept you warm.
And because I was a tree and had no heart,
there was nothing to break
and our love was forever.
Heading West
I saw black trains
that sped through blue air,
yellow fields bent by wind,
combines that flattened them.
I saw men in blue suits,
heard artless descriptions of sex
followed by admiring words
like, Way to go!
I saw swarms of black insects
like floating caves.
I saw small cities
thoughtlessly constructed
like children’s blocks
spilled on pavement.
I saw clothes on clotheslines
and women standing by them.
They stared at blue air
with ink in their eyes.
You And Me
You and me, free,
you and me.
You and me, like geometry,
you and me.
You and me, intuitively,
you and me.
You and me, a history,
you and me.
You and me, fadingly,
you and me.
I Wanted To Paint Like Sonia Delaunay
I looked out my window one morning
at the sun and sea.
The sun was orange. The sea was blue.
I ran onto a dock and untethered a boat.
The boat was red with a white sail.
It belonged to someone else.
In that moment I didn’t care.
I wanted to see simple shapes.
I wanted to paint like Sonia Delaunay.
An orange circle,
a blue square,
a white triangle,
a red rectangle,
a whole world.
My Love is a Striped Little Bird
My love is a striped little bird
have you heard
lightly she lands on a leaf
she’s quickly sated on opinions stated
so carefully I choose each word
My love flies in my window
you know
flutters beneath my sheets
her chirping is sweet but always repeats
I’m moving a bit too slow
My love is more practical than me
you see
building us a cozy nest
twigs and leaves she twists and weaves
the while I reflect and rest
My love