Notebook, April 18, 2022

Cover of Planet of the Blind....man 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

**

Meanwhile
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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