THREE SONNETS
2018; Wiley; Volume: 106; Issue: 1 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1353/tyr.2018.0109
ISSN1467-9736
Autores Tópico(s)Ecocriticism and Environmental Literature
Resumo7 0 Y T H R E E S O N N E T S R O B E R T T H O M A S Sonnet with Swan and Long Tall Sally What if we’re the crux, the diamond lynchpin? What if creatures in other galaxies have a vague sense that something is missing, but don’t know it’s Little Richard, Shakespeare, and cornbread with plum jam? They have their songs, but like the Rolling Stones’ Voodoo Lounge, not Exile on Main Street, or as if Monet stopped painting before the water lilies; their idea of sex is what dogs do or Nixons. Their squidy eyes would see the most gauche galoot of us as Baryshnikov dancing Swan Lake on gold wires, dulcimer strings over water. And for what that dark lake is made of their language has no words. 7 1 R Sonnet with Fish and Bayonet I can’t forget seeing them sharing sole through the window of Tadich Grill, someone I don’t like, daring to split a carafe with someone else I don’t like. Am I that shallow? And yet the way she lifts her glass like Liberté: red flag and bayonet. As if I’d never learned of endangered species, including mine, or heard of lead in drinking water. Never seen the brusque, middle-aged mother with no way to know if anyone will look out for her child, now playing hide-and-seek so happily, as the sun goes down behind the pear tree, in the tool shed where the sharp things are stored. Sonnet with Splinters and Veronicas The loft above the garage – who would have found us there? Among my mother’s college scrapbooks, souvenirs from her Chicago nightclubs, her weekend escapes from Duluth. You would have lain back on the army cot Uncle Wally had stored there years before along with the mess kit from his two wars. I would have knelt on the splintered pine floor as you put my hand on your Hard Day’s Night T-shirt – George looked like Jesus on the Shroud of Turin. I’d stroke the veronica, the veil that wiped the sweat from Jesus’ skin and the final pass of the matador’s small red cape over such gently curved horns. ...
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