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)

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