01 November 2007

sharing a poem

Though I am not hungover, not even close, not even imbibing much these days, I do love this poem as much as ever. I want to share.

My horoscope today said, "Feed yourself well today." I'm taking that and running with it. Somehow that means, to me, that I should post one of my favorite poems for yall.

Also, I'm sleeping a ton more than I was. Think four hours a night becoming nearly 8. Man. The effect on one's mood ... oh sleep, you are precious. So is James Wright, "suicidally beautiful" as he is.


James Wright's “Two Hangovers”

(From The Branch Will Not Break, 1963)

Number One
I slouch in bed.
Beyond the streaked trees of my window,
All groves are bare.
Locusts and poplars change to unmarried women
Sorting slate from anthracite
Between railroad ties:
The yellow-bearded winter of the depression
Is still alive somewhere, an old man
Counting his collection of bottle caps
In a tarpaper shack under the cold trees
Of my grave.

I still feel half drunk,
And all those old women beyond my window
Are hunching toward the graveyard.

Drunk, mumbling Hungarian,
The sun staggers in,
And his big stupid face pitches
Into the stove.
For two hours I have been dreaming
Of green butterflies searching for diamonds
In coal seams;
And children chasing each other for a game
Through the hills of fresh graves.
But the sun has come home drunk from the sea,
And a sparrow outside
Sings of the Hanna Coal Co. and the dead moon.
The filaments of cold light bulbs tremble
In music like delicate birds.
Ah, turn it off.

Number Two:
I Try to Waken and Greet the World Once Again

In a pine tree,
A few yards away from my window sill,
A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up and down,
On a branch.
I laugh, as I see him abandon himself
To entire delight, for he knows as well as I do
That the branch will not break.

1 comment:

jW said...

Well, that's a seriously delightful poem. Especially

Drunk, mumbling Hungarian,
The sun staggers in,
And his big stupid face pitches
Into the stove.

Also, I saw Juan yesterday.