Wednesday, February 28, 2007

This, on the other hand, rocks

Poem quoted by Garrison Keillor on Writer's Almanac (NPR feature, for all you right-wing reactionaries out there).

A Color of the Sky
by Tony Hoagland

Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.
There are the dark parts on the road
when you pass through clumps of wood
and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,
but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.

I should call Marie and apologize
or being so boring at dinner last night,
but can I really promise not to be that way again?
And anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing
in what certainly looks like sexual arousal.

Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail;
the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves
are full of infant chlorophyll,
the very tint of inexperience.

Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio,
and on the highway overpass,
the only metaphysical vandal in America has written
MEMORY LOVES TIME
in big black spraypaint letters,

which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.

Last night I dreamed of X again.
She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
Years ago she penetrated me
but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
I never got her out,
but now I’m glad.

What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.
What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
What I thought was an injustice
turned out to be a color of the sky.

Outside the youth center, between the liquor store
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;

overflowing with blossomfoam,
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,

dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,

so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.



(thx to Grant)

3 Comments:

At Wed Feb 28, 09:07:00 AM PST, Blogger Lisa said...

I think that's my new favorite poem ever. I'm going to steal it for my book blog, but I'll give you credit! :)

 
At Wed Feb 28, 12:34:00 PM PST, Blogger blogball said...

Interesting poem but when I start to analyze and contemplate things like this on my drive home from work it’s usually a sign for me to turn on the radio.

 
At Thu Mar 01, 09:29:00 PM PST, Blogger si said...

cool poem. and is "grant" someone you used to work with at b-t? think i recognize the name for some reason...

 

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