if i have made, my lady, intricate
imperfect various things chiefly which wrong
your eyes (frailer than most deep dreams are frail)
songs less firm than your body's whitest song
upon my mind-if i have failed to snare
the glance too shy-if through my singing slips
the very skillful strangeness of your smile
the keep primeval silence of your hair
-let the world say "his most wise music stole
nothing from death"-
you only will create
(who are so perfectly alive) my shame:
lady through whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
into the ragged meadow of my soul.
And my mind is utterly exhausted. The line describing a lady's profound and fragile lips certainly changes the context of April's sweet small clumsy feet. Forgive me my lack of intellectual enthusiasm: I'll take the 60 second version, thank you, along with my cinnamon dolce latte with extra whip. (An aside: I thought this inability to sustain prolonged attention to, albeit, a rather short poem would be the defining trait of 'hipster', but urban dictionary has rightly chastised me. Aging anti-hipster is probably a better self description). And I refuse to chalk up my transient apathy to age. I think it is more a case of the delayed blues - January and February being full of housey thoughts and doings - so my old blue friend has come to lay his head in my April lap. I did intend to share a few of Ted Kooser's better lines, but the book is upstairs and upstairs is a lot further away from downstairs in the new house than it was at the townhouse. There was a particularly great image of two young cousins spying on an aunt courting her boyfriend in a porch swing. They were hiding on the roof above and so caught up in stifling their laughter, they peed on the roof. Ted's poems are "accessible" in that way ... (yep, that was from a dust jacket review.) And I have a lovely Mary Oliver poem I want to post. She uses the word 'corpuscle' - I just love that! But in the way of tumblr and 60 second poems, I think the Mary Oliver poem is an amalgamation of two or three of Mary's poems. Or a mix of her better lines ..........
I think I'll tackle Math Awareness in my next post.