Magnetic North
All my books have missing pages
now fastened to the plaster,
or grafted onto my skin:
mile markers and compass needles both—
the snapped branch
that can put you on my trail
if you care to follow me
through the brush
and the thicket
Don’t worry:
I’ve cleared the thorn bushes,
laid planks across streams,
and built bridges over
roaring rivers
You’ll need to be running
You’ll need to be running
at full bore
to leap frog
to leap frog
super-highways
that stretch serpentine—
mountains high,
valley's low
Pick your way through the decades,
that stretch serpentine—
mountains high,
valley's low
Pick your way through the decades,
I’ve a route mapped for you:
I know it intimately,
I know it intimately,
been there and back too many times!
Yeah, I'm living whole lifetimes over here
Yeah, I'm living whole lifetimes over here
three or four at a go!
Even so,
Even so,
when you tell me—sometimes—
that you'd like to take a look, sometime
that you'd like to take a look, sometime
I have to steady my breath
like it was my very first time
So I need you to hurry, just this once
So I need you to hurry, just this once
and I don't care if it's only curiosity
that finally wins out.
I don't need to see your calculus:
You are here!
Unbutton my shirt and travel overland
I don't need to see your calculus:
You are here!
Unbutton my shirt and travel overland
the length of my spine—
Seine to Seville
Seine to Seville
Woodstock to these city streets
You are right here
and I bet you stay all night.
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My good friend Megan S., herself a really engaging writer and phenomenal poet, offered a constructive critique. Here's some of what she sent:
Do you think I addressed these concerns without fundamentally altering the original piece (posted below)? Also, any other perspectives out there? I would very much appreciate the commentary!
You are right here
and I bet you stay all night.
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My good friend Megan S., herself a really engaging writer and phenomenal poet, offered a constructive critique. Here's some of what she sent:
[referring to the poem's beginning] ...the words link up and do something nice, but i feel like they need more anchoring.
...there [are] so many great phrases like "stretch serpentine" and "pick your way" even though i wish the pick your way part were more visceral. yeah, maybe that's it. the poem starts laying itself down like [particular] train tracks and then around the middle it seems to become these [other, though similar] train tracks you are aware of having imagined and you start going, well this is what else is in my head...and i just want more train tracks to lead to the calculus part which is for sure more steel and bolts. and the end is the last bang of that hammer, which is great, i love that couplet.
Do you think I addressed these concerns without fundamentally altering the original piece (posted below)? Also, any other perspectives out there? I would very much appreciate the commentary!
I'm going to freak out on my computer if this doesn't post
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I like what you've done here. To be honest, though, I think you did fundamentally change it. Now you just need to decide what's most important, I guess? Ah, the perils of editing...
Oh thank god.
ReplyDeleteThis version is more cohesive. It doesn't feel as disjointed--not that disjointedness is necessarily a negative, but I think I'll stay with this one.
ReplyDeletethis is my favorite poem ever. i printed it out, and its on my wall. just to let you know.
ReplyDeletelove you.