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.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
look ing / for / / / a muse ing
& i wonder how / to gauge
the smell of / cinnamon
follow me / hidden on the black tips of
snow / flakes / all those coming down out
there / & i pause to look out a late november
window /
& i think / a year a go / you were a live
but close to death
i know it's peer ing in / the window
now / watch ing me / like so many times
oh i feel you / all ways / /
thin lee / dis guised / as a man i once knew
for got ten / moment / / & a gain / i look out
over / what lies be low / my window / & the snow
falls with urgency / quick quick gather / you say
black as sinister / okay okay / i heard it call my
name /& i watch smoke coil / up round my head /
make me / sik / /
i watch / wait patient / / think & for get
all in one in stant /
the only memorable lines come
just as i'm fall ing / /
& it all ways has eyes
crook ed / laugh ter /& i am / sleep ing a gain
black dreams / night sweats
wave one white / finger @ me /
i all ways talk on the quiet
end of fall ing / snow / / /
dark spot
it was some thing a bout dusk @ 4 pm
the way the air smell ed / ah / smelt is how
i'd say it /& it's that rest less ness / of heart
oh / it beats hard like my mind /& i light an other
cigarette / & you know / i'm writing a bout you
a gain /
i hide in the dark /
you be come / every burden / every love
i've ever carried / / black hole / of why did
i do that / / & where were you / when i walk ed
on water / /
you've be come / each grey hair up on /
my head /
/
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2 comments:
x,
i think this is the most charming, evenly haunting & comforting, most appealing to me, entry, of your's, i have assimilated unto myself, as poetry aubade.
x,
the is the best entry of your's i have read.
aubade,
luc
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