Poem for August 8
August 8, 2012 § Leave a comment
MOBY DICK SAYS YOU CANNOT HIDE THE SOUL
Under the stars, shining faces. The faces holding on.
1986 was just like this.
The look was completely ethereal.
We came here to understand
a person from another time.
We would later call him
the American Triangle.
A tender soul, he has no telephone.
He laid it all out, like
fabric could be a woman,
like Kate Bush looking for a teapot, big eyes.
A screaming man lying down in a field.
In Cleveland I think he
would have been beautiful
and in 1997 he gave me clouds.
Time like pink minutes, the man
sits down his head in a glass. Says
nice things. Say a river.
Like a beacon, a raincoat,
he danced like the fastest
windshield wipers, sitting
happy for the window’s sense
of self. To feel the telephones
ringing. I am so tired. Can I
say that? Can I say that I saw
a rainbow and it wasn’t raining,
that there was nothing wet
in the sky? The ocean is a place
and so is the heart, the heart
a place worth living. Don’t
look at me. I’m failing.
Cry, goddamn it, cry.
-Amanda Nadelberg, from Bright Brave Phenomena (Coffee House Press, 2012)