The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Wed 4/19/06)

[RetroLounge]

The Sublime

----- For Larry Levis

And what good is a dream finally? It breaks your head open
and cello music pours out of a stranger's window and the most
gorgeous woman you ever loved says to the hit the road and you do
see them—that stranger and this woman. Kissing everywhere.

In the trees. On boats. In the kitchen cupboards. The fog
of daily life never lifts and the checkbook needs proper
calculations and the dog would like supper please and now
without warning the dream returns. It breaks your head open.

You lie there for a week and no one finds you until the dog
having lost its dignity finally eats and when there is no more
howls. It howls. And you are a missing person, a passage
of shit quivered into the dirt. A good boy. A terrible dream

someone picks up with a plastic bag wrapped in his hand
to throw away and you are thrown away. You do it every day.
Walking too early, driving to work, working and returning.
Reading poems of great beauty and crying at the movies.

Touching the hair of your niece who laughs at water. Flying
over cornfields so close and so openly that when you wake
there is silk in your beard. Your arms are tired and hang
at your sides like the wings of a migratory bird who is about

to die. And what good is a dream finally? It breaks your heart
and you stand in the lush dark of the moment after twilight
ends and begin to sing and nothing makes sense to you
and you sing louder for a while, then awkwardly sit down

where you are. And the stars overhead shine a little—no more
or less than usual—and whether it is daylight and they are invisible
or whether it is night and they are the embers of a blacksmith's
fire, they shine and you are grateful. That love is like a hammer.

Steve Scafidi

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Steve Scafidi was born and raised in Virginia and earned a master of fine arts degree in creative writing at Arizona State University. His poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, New Virginia Review, Southern Poetry Review, The Southern Review, and elsewhere. His first collection, Sparks from a Nine-Pound Hammer (Louisiana State University Press, 2001) was awarded the 2002 Levis Reading Prize. He is a cabinetmaker and lives in Summit Point, West Virginia.



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RL

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[yvr girl]

1. Wednesday is starting early for you

Can't you sleep?

[RetroLounge]

5. Hadn't tried yet...

Figured why bother...

RL

[SeattleGirl]

2. RL, thank you! This is one of my favorite poems!

"That love is like a hammer." It sure is, and I revel in it! :loveya: :hug: :loveya:

[CaliforniaPeggy]

3. My dear RetroLounge........

"And what good is a dream finally? It breaks your heart
and you stand in the lush dark...."

You are starting early ....it's still Tuesday for me here.....

Funny, but I was just considering some old dreams of mine...

You must have heard me......

For old dreams surely can break your heart....I know this too well......

But still, I thank you.....

I hope your dreams are much sweeter, my dear!

:loveya: :hug:

[miss_american_pie]

4. ...

:hug:

[RetroLounge]

:hug:

:hi:

RL

[wildhorses]

7. sometimes you're the hammer

sometimes you're the nail....

[RetroLounge]

8. Sublime Kick

:kick:

RL