Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THAT VAGRANT MISTRAL VEXING THE SUN: A FAR CRY , by DARA WIER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I washed my brain and hung it to dry Last Line: For birds, in lieu fo words, and seeds Subject(s): Language | ||||||||
Saints on wallpaper, in carts and minivans, saints on carpets, in intervals, crawlspaces teeming with saints, a tidy sum of them massing on the flagpoles. I once saw a saint sink into a hammock and another sit on a hassock and one fall asleep on an ottoman. I saw a saint smiling at me. Their smiles are so enigmatic, no teeth showing, no spittle, no sputtering, almost nothing. I thought I heard a saint in a surrey clomping through the night-vistas, chewing on something. A saint on a beeline. A saint with a bell on. I saw a saint walk halfway across a room using all ten saintly toes at a time. I couldn't complete that saint's thought. I heard a saint bark. I saw a saint's footprints in a cornfield and followed them. I found a saint on a string, sleeping by the foot of a singing boy. Four saints entertained me with their arias. I saw a small saint chase a large saint for the fun of it. I saw a saint smoke a cigarette and one paint a go-cart. I listened to a saint beat on a soup pot. A picture of a saint walking with a tiger on a city street nearly stopped my heart. I bought a needlepoint bookmark in a saint's shop. A saint wrote my name on a grain of rice and fed it to a titmouse. A saint with good coordination, with patience, a saint with a mission, with a good curveball. A saint called me on the phone so that saintly voice could soothe my ragged brain waves. A saint offered me good advice. I watched a saint open a book and stare off into space. A saint surrounded me and sorted my dreams from my nightmares. I saw a saint unbutton a shirt. I felt a saint's breath flow into my ear. I saw a saint stand on a branch and bounce into thin air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER NEEDLE THREADER IN NEED OF A NEEDLE by DARA WIER SONG BY THE WINDOW BEFORE BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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