Three Poems
2006; Johns Hopkins University Press; Volume: 29; Issue: 4 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1353/cal.2007.0002
ISSN1080-6512
Autores ResumoThree Poems Dave Brinks twenty-four thanks to the ruins the things in my house are barely recognizable and can be found in a landfill near Almonaster Boulevard today I'm wearing a new pair of shoes ones that can't remember where I've been only my feet know better and besides that I've got a bigger problem the rest of me remembers more twenty-five from porch to porch the waters rise finally to rest on Canal Street then comes the floatable mattress the shoe box the grocery basket the stuffed animal toys it doesn't have to make sense but in the geometry of the mind [End Page 1353] for one billionth of a second you hold a photograph touching the face where the eyes are and everything does for Jerry W. Ward, Jr. twenty-six— imagine this city and no one in it little paths of lake and river where sunflowers sprout from the scales of dying fish how the mood of that forms two halves of a prayer next Sunday is Christmas and Gray Line bus passengers are paying $35 to see the devastation is this supposed to be the happiest moment of our lives O Felicity you can't have it both ways I don't care what street it is Dave Brinks is the editor of YAWP: A Journal of Poetry & Art, publisher of Trembling Pillow Press and founder of The New Orleans School for the Imagination. His numerous collection of poetry includes The Secret Brain, A Pot of Lips, The Snow Poems and The Caveat Onus, Book One. He lives in the French Quarter.
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