Monday, August 11, 2008

Charles Wright: Sunlight Bets on the Come

More obsessive Charles Wright posting, cf. here. This poem is from The New Yorker:

Sunlight Bets on the Come

The basic pleasures remain unchanged,
and their minor satisfactions—
Chopping wood, building a fire,
Watching the elk herd
splinter and cruise around the outcrop of spruce trees

As the deer haul ass,
their white flags like synchronized swimmers’ hands,
Sunlight sealing—stretched like Saran wrap—
The world as we know it,
keeping it fresh-flamed should tomorrow arrive.

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