Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Rebel Girl's Poetry Corner: "My poor students, all I ask of them is to grow antennae, lie down with lava and rise with snow"



Everyday Escapees
- Dean Young


My poor students, all I ask of them
is to grow antennae, lie down with lava
and rise with snow, grow tongues from
their math assignments and no, Melissa,

your mother won’t approve of the bioluminescent
smear on your communion dress. The world fidgets
in uneasy relationship to our statements
about it nevertheless producing silver

buds from ragged limbs like the luster
in late Frank Sinatra songs. Finally,
when I got off the sixth floor, I felt
like I was walking out into the sky

and aren’t we all pedestrians of air?
Doesn’t it feel all wrong to turn our backs
on the ocean? On an ant? On those Chagall
windows you have to go through a gauntlet

of ancient armor to get to? What was her name,
that night nurse so deft her blood draws
didn’t wake me up? Don’t get me wrong, I want
to wake up. I want my old dog to show me

all that wolf-light she hides inside
even though she thinks I won’t understand,
even though her vet and I conspire
to keep her alive forever.

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This poem is from the new issue of Poetry, online now here.  Rebel Girl thinks that she is a little in love with this poet who once told her that all photo of him either made him look like Woody Woodpecker or one of those metal can openers.  She politely disagreed but he made her laugh.  She likes that, people who make her laugh.


It's National Poetry Month. Celebrate!

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