Two April poems from Wake Wake Wake
First Generation
(First published in Tar River Poetry)
You spade the kitchen garden
each spring, turning the fine,
dark dirt loose from the years.
Gladiolas you planted for your dead wife
sprout again, sharpened green,
opening smaller and smaller
yellow faces that wag red tongues.
You mutter peasant German
going backward in the row,
planting potatoes
under a dark moon,
planting peas, planting cabbage
by the signs.
Does the seed know
those stick-shaped words
you never taught me?
At night you walk the rooms
of an unwarmed house,
your steps too short
for a man as tall as you have been.
You write letters in pencil
on blue-lined paper, careful English
dancing in German shoes.
The table where you work is ring-marked:
for years it held plants on saucers, cuttings.
When she died, these died also.
After a time, you stacked the pots
in the cellar.
You write me letters
telling of the cold, of summers
that are shorter and shorter,
and I am south, feeling the sun
earlier and later,
feeling here that I have failed my blood.
Your eyes have become paler blue,
and I would want to say
the color of March sky,
thin lines on paper,
or lilac petals, faded.
They measure out
this distance between us,
the rivers and the days,
and mark out the unseasonable shadows
that sharpen along the road home.
Hanging Up Clothes
(First published in The Greenfield Review)
Out in the last fine rain,
the light red in the west,
after the storm.
A delight for the eye
and tomorrow.
A deer comes from the wood line
and stands deep in daisies,
watching.
My white-flag work
does not frighten her.
The red light glows
in her summer coat.
The light is red.
The deer grazes.
I move from line to line.
2 comments:
Thank you for posting and highlighting these wonderful writers. Otherwise, I would not be exposed to such lovely music. Although I write some prose and verse myself on my blog (www.nene-lifewhispers.blogspot.com), I usually am reading non-fiction material and delve, nakedly, into my political blog (marcoopinion-nene.blogspot) and don't pick up this type of genre that you're highlighting. Much appreciated!
Kay, thank you for this mighty collection of "a poet a day" during National Poetry Month. It is the best way to celebrate. I have read every poem and learned more about each poet. Thank you.
I especially like these poems by Valerie Nieman because we mostly get fiction from her. I first met her as a poet long ago when her first poetry chapbook was published by State Street Press, and I still think of her as a poet. Later I met Val through a NCWN West workshop and at John C. Campbell Folk School where she sometimes teaches.
Keep the poems coming.
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