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SIX POEMS

SIX POEMS Common Knowledge 17:1 DOI 10.1215/0961754X-2010-051 © 2011 by Duke University Press * More bench than stone has that scent from ashes made with wood, painted green before it should have been though the grass you stick in your shoes is new too, knows nothing except to be closer, warmed as if it once had arms is picking up pieces for later where it’s not so painful to sweat by dropping things in the dark and softer. COmmON KNOwlEDgE * With nothing but head down you dig your way out making room arm under arm the way your cradle was dipped first in wood then by itself lifting your hand to be counted by twos, as yet not missing and inside a breath still dark look up to see who comes back. * Between their thirst and valleys you kneel to blanket these dead with light, air out the stove weightless and nothing to lean on -just like that! a small mound half iron, half opens for rain driven into the ground, stroked feeding on faces and edges though the wood slowly passing by never stopped being a river lets you drink smoke as if once you had two http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Common Knowledge Duke University Press

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Publisher
Duke University Press
Copyright
Copyright 2011 by Duke University Press
ISSN
0961-754X
eISSN
1538-4578
DOI
10.1215/0961754X-2010-051
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Common Knowledge 17:1 DOI 10.1215/0961754X-2010-051 © 2011 by Duke University Press * More bench than stone has that scent from ashes made with wood, painted green before it should have been though the grass you stick in your shoes is new too, knows nothing except to be closer, warmed as if it once had arms is picking up pieces for later where it’s not so painful to sweat by dropping things in the dark and softer. COmmON KNOwlEDgE * With nothing but head down you dig your way out making room arm under arm the way your cradle was dipped first in wood then by itself lifting your hand to be counted by twos, as yet not missing and inside a breath still dark look up to see who comes back. * Between their thirst and valleys you kneel to blanket these dead with light, air out the stove weightless and nothing to lean on -just like that! a small mound half iron, half opens for rain driven into the ground, stroked feeding on faces and edges though the wood slowly passing by never stopped being a river lets you drink smoke as if once you had two

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Common KnowledgeDuke University Press

Published: Jan 1, 2011

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