Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Rebel Girl's Poetry Corner: "Oil is a form of waiting."

Just a little something, a ghazal, to be exact, by Galway Kinnell.

Drive carefully.

Stay dry.

SHEFFIELD GHAZAL 4: DRIVING WEST

A tractor-trailer carrying two dozen crushed automobiles overtakes a tractor-trailer carrying a dozen new.
Oil is a form of waiting.
The internal combustion engine converts the stasis of millennia into motion.
Cars howl on rain-wetted roads.
Airplanes rise through the downpour and throw us through the blue sky.
The idea of the airplane subverts earthly life.
Computers can deliver nuclear explosions to precisely anywhere on earth.
A lightning bolt is made entirely of error.
Erratic Mercurys and errant Cavaliers roam the highways.
A girl puts her head on a boy's shoulder; they are driving west.
The windshield wipers wipe, homesickness one way, wanderlust the other, back and forth.
This happened to your father and to you, Galway -- sick to stay, longing to come up against the ends of the earth, and climb over.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

And poetry is regret--and hope--all at once

Anonymous said...

I like the last two lines so very much.

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

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