Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Peace to you, Adrienne Rich

TERZA RIMA

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Hail-spurting sky    sun
splashing off persimmons left
in the quit garden

of the quit house     The realtor's swaying name
against this cloudheap this
surrendered acre

I would     so help me     tell you if I could
how some great teacher
came to my side and said:

Let's go down     into the underworld
--the earth already crazed
Let me take your hand

--but who would that be?
already trembling on the broken crust
who would I trust?

I become the default derailed memory-raided
limping
teacher I never had     I lead and     I follow

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