Wednesday
by Marvin Bell
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon.
The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took shape
in the form of the first stirrings of his hunger,
and the trees, shorter and heavier, breathed heavily upward.
Into this sodden, nourishing afternoon I emerged,
partway toward a paycheck, halfway toward the weekend,
carrying the last mail and holding above still puddles
the books of noble ideas. Through the fervent branches,
carried by momentary breezes of local origin,
the palpable Sublime flickered as motes on broad leaves,
while the Higher Good and the Greater Good contended
as sap on the bark of the maples, and even I
was enabled to witness the truly Existential where it loitered
famously in the shadows as if waiting for the moon.
All this I saw in the late afternoon in the company of no one.
And of course I went back to work the next morning. Like you,
like anyone, like the rumored angels of high office,
like the demon foremen, the bedeviled janitors, like you,
I returned to my job–but now there was a match-head in
my thoughts.
In its light, the morning increasingly flamed through the window
and, lit by nothing but mind-light, I saw that the horizon
was an idea of the eye, gilded from within, and the sun
the fiery consolation of our nighttimes, coming far.
Within this expectant air, which had waited the night indoors,
carried by–who knows?–the rhythmic jarring of brain tissue
by footsteps, by colors visible to closed eyes, by a music
in my head, knowledge gathered that could not last the day,
love and error were shaken as if by the eye of a storm,
and it would not be until quitting that such a man
might drop his arms, that he had held up all day since the dew.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Ask Me No More poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Я. П. Полонскому
- A Complaint by William Wordsworth
- Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats’s poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- My rains by Vinko Kalinic
- As In Their Flight The Birds Of Song by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Василий Жуковский – Голос с того света
- Альфред де Мюссе – Печаль
- Mesopotamia by Rudyard Kipling
- Robert Burns: My Eppie Macnab:
- The Phases Of The Moon by William Butler Yeats
- Алексей Плещеев – Молчание
- The Middle of the World by Samuel Hazo
- Question mark remarks by Mark Miller
- How To Publish Your Writing With Duotrope
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