My initial reaction to finchy’s work was not positive. I thought that she is a prose writer and maybe poetry is not her thing. But I have read her almost every poem on this board. I think this is one of her better work.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
length of the green
& see / the sun is all ways
try ing to burst thru
clouds / rain / ever present
trickles of sun light / ever
present / yes / the presence of
spring / northern climate
oh yes / we wait for these
short months / fleet ing
i count down / may now gone
june / july / august / weather
be gins / to / turn turn / all ways
turn ing
to ward / the cold / /
i want to stop on the lush of summer
i want to stop where / all the beauty
is / / gasp ing green / breaths of yellow
& red / let me curse the dandy lions &
crab grass
its a bout drink ing cold coffee on
the back porch / st.ill wear ing a
winter jacket / how the thermometre
only reads 14 degrees celsius
& how that word / never looks right
it's glory to the eyes /
no body likes the rain / except the ground
& all things / which burst up from it /
i eat oregano leaves / wish for health
continue
to
for get
house of lost objects / house of
lost children / house of a woman
who knows not / what to do
except / count count / now i'm count ing
& slow lee / sun creeps out / wind comes
up / & the engine of the golf course lawn
mower fills / the air / as it cuts up & a long
the length of the green
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