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Poetry

Christian Century,  Dec 26, 2006  by Jeanne Murray Walker

Poetry

   There is no happiness like mine.
   I have been eating poetry.

   --Mark Strand

   What shall I do with this book I love
   so much I'd like to eat it? Meeting
   the poet at a reading, I would cast
   my eyes down. I'd walk behind him,
   not stepping on his shadow. If he told me
   I was half blind, I might lose sight
   in both my eyes. At home, everything
   I write becomes infected with his
   wildness: for instance, this, which
   I never planned, which has no ending.

   Where shall I put the book, so full of life
   my car could barely stick to the Expressway?
   When my cold encyclopedias sense
   its goofy brilliance, they climb and hang
   on one another like Chinese gymnasts.
   I must subtract to make a place
   for the book to live. I lift out histories,
   then other listless volumes. I toss my boring
   files, erase the answering machine,
   renounce the desk, computer, pens.

   Only the illumination of St. John stays.
   In my study's scooped-out heart
   I wait beside the book, which glows
   with light borrowed from some distant star.
   I look at St. John's face. He gazes from
   his throne, his eyes blazing with love
   and understanding. Tongues of flame
   play over him, sent from the Source
   who is both arsonist and fireman,
   and in his right hand, he holds a book.

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