Guess what month it is!
Apr. 11th, 2006 01:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brigdhA Sleepless Night Philip Levine
April, and the last of the plum blossoms
scatters on the black grass
before dawn. The sycamore, the lime,
the struck pine inhale
the first pale hints of sky.
An iron day,
I think, yet it will come
dazzling, the light
rise from the belly of leaves and pour
burning from the cups
of poppies.
The mockingbird squawks
from his perch, fidgets,
and settles back. The snail, awake
for good, trembles from his shell
and sets sail for China. My hand dances
in the memory of a million vanished stars.
A man has every place to lay his head.
April, and the last of the plum blossoms
scatters on the black grass
before dawn. The sycamore, the lime,
the struck pine inhale
the first pale hints of sky.
I think, yet it will come
dazzling, the light
rise from the belly of leaves and pour
burning from the cups
of poppies.
from his perch, fidgets,
and settles back. The snail, awake
for good, trembles from his shell
and sets sail for China. My hand dances
in the memory of a million vanished stars.
A man has every place to lay his head.
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Date: 2006-04-11 05:50 am (UTC)dazzling, the light
I dig that like whoa.
And I can't tell if this poem reminds me of GB because it actually applies, or because that's where my head is. *G*
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Date: 2006-04-11 05:57 am (UTC)Hmm. I don't get any fandom in particular for it, but I fully support all interpretations. Because everything's more fun when you make crazy connections between things.
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Date: 2006-04-11 06:03 am (UTC)Really, I think it's the last line that made me go to the GB place with it. I don't usually go looking for fannish connections, but they've been known to jump out at me. *G*