Sunday, January 16, 2011

Eric Beeny: "Sometimes the Noisy, The Vast Clock"

Sometimes the noisy, the vast clock, a sudden
gasp, or gap,
such awful
beautiful trees,
and there are
others, our lips into them
violently astonished.

If we had not been noticed,
privately pleasant,
surging with questions,
we transparent shades
shrinking in shock
with heart-shaped fists,
sensation minus wind,
spoken of, heard of,

Of, patience indeed
you couldn’t prove the most distant
limbs or leaves,
or do anything taller,