Notebook, April 18, 2022

Cover of Planet of the and dog....

Landscape with Wallace Stevens

Wallace Stevens emerges from behind my house—
A new shrub in the grey, half dead forest
“Was that always there?” asks my wife
“No,” I say, “something’s awry”
“Rum ti tum, ti tum tum tum” says the bush


Stop kidding around
We’re too old fashioned for that
We’re poets
In the age of inspiration meets grief
The new pornography
Stop kidding around


The leaves whisper
Wallace Stevens at the organ
Cathedral waggles


Mithridates he died old


Unplanned and even the exquisite flowers
But not the Wallace Stevens bush


I went to the lutier’s house
Where Segovia shopped—
Where a thin light
Lit the instruments
And hinted of music to come


Renga renga renga
Ghost of Basho
Backing up


I like the Swedish word for funeral
As it means to be be-grieved
“Funeral” is a word of uncertain origin


I’m happy to sell you a spray
From the Stevens shrub
A hydrangea that talks endlessly
Of its unseen flowers

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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