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2 | title: Litany | ||
3 | genre: verse | ||
4 | |||
5 | dedication: a plant | ||
6 | |||
7 | id: plant | ||
8 | toc: "Litany for a plant" | ||
9 | |||
10 | project: | ||
11 | title: Autocento of the breakfast table | ||
12 | class: autocento | ||
13 | ... | ||
14 | |||
15 | | I need a plant. I need a thing | ||
16 | | to take care of. I need | ||
17 | | a little green brownspotted | ||
18 | | [blackdirt][] growing | ||
19 | | quietness. I need a sunlit | ||
20 | | dawn knowing my name filtered | ||
21 | | through a [thin green window][]. | ||
22 | | I need chlorophyll | ||
23 | | working its [magic][] on beams of | ||
24 | | grassmade early morning dewdrop | ||
25 | | sweetmaking green. I need | ||
26 | | the dark earth sucking water | ||
27 | | from a black crevice | ||
28 | | its black magic churning | ||
29 | | wormilled rockturned starblind | ||
30 | | darkness and cold into | ||
31 | | [the opposite of dust][]. I need the heat | ||
32 | | to blind me. I need the dumb making | ||
33 | | to charge my coldened blood. I need | ||
34 | | the dropturned leaves to turn again | ||
35 | | their [faces to the windblown sun][]. | ||
36 | | I need millions of tiny years | ||
37 | | summed up and burning out some unknown | ||
38 | | new growth into the air. I need four | ||
39 | | hundred feet of dark red gnarled wood | ||
40 | | and needles glistening wetly on goldheaded | ||
41 | | branches hoisting themselves | ||
42 | | to the sky. I need ten strong men | ||
43 | | to fail to bring you down. Old one | ||
44 | | I need the peace that comes with knowing | ||
45 | | something sacred holds still | ||
46 | | in the world. I need your green tongues | ||
47 | | [of flame to lick at old wounds][] | ||
48 | | stitching us together away from ourselves. | ||
49 | | I need your brownbranching grasp | ||
50 | | to keep me from drifting off | ||
51 | | into [unknowing terrible sleep][]. I need | ||
52 | | [to know the snake][] hanging | ||
53 | | from your branches. I need to watch | ||
54 | | the dropping of flesh massful | ||
55 | | onto the ground from a height. I need | ||
56 | | the gnawer at your root to strike | ||
57 | | a vein to quicken old brown stone | ||
58 | | to movement. I need jeweleyed venom | ||
59 | | barking new greennesses into the bark. | ||
60 | | I need a knocker of dark secrets hidden | ||
61 | | in the dark bark hiding a smallstone | ||
62 | | smoldering pearl in the knot. I need | ||
63 | | that [pearl held out in a hand][] like an offering. | ||
64 | | I need the hand to be a plant's hand. | ||
65 | |||
66 | | I need a plant. I need a growing | ||
67 | | growler [groaning][] toward heat and air. | ||
68 | | I need a green thin stem surprisingly strong | ||
69 | | holding up the weight of a plain | ||
70 | | of fallow [greennesses of creases and caresses][] | ||
71 | | of tiny worldmaking hardworking grandeur. | ||
72 | | I need a singer of life crying | ||
73 | | forward into old roads covered over | ||
74 | | by dead trees. I need the rasping of root | ||
75 | | in dirt. I need the unfurling of fiddleheads | ||
76 | | to sing forth a new symphony. I need | ||
77 | | fruits swelling large for the harvest. | ||
78 | | I need yellow light shining through white bark. | ||
79 | | I need juicecrush flowing waterlike | ||
80 | | through valleys percolating up | ||
81 | | through the ground. I need springs bubbling sap | ||
82 | | into cabins of wood fought for by labor. | ||
83 | | I need snow on the ground with shoots | ||
84 | | dotting the melting patches. I need two | ||
85 | | leaves on a thin stalk shivering | ||
86 | | in [moonlight][]. I need robinsong warbling | ||
87 | | over the heads of small seeds sprouting | ||
88 | | to enliven their growth. I need rings | ||
89 | | of woody material widening to push | ||
90 | | the ground out of their way. I need | ||
91 | | new greennesses pushing out from | ||
92 | | the brown dark bark gnarled. I | ||
93 | | need the robin to build its songfilled | ||
94 | | nest in a [branchcrotch][]. I need | ||
95 | | the fecundity of fungi on the branches. | ||
96 | | I need quiet of the sunlight shooting | ||
97 | | through thousands of branched leaves | ||
98 | | quivering. [I need whisper at dawn.][] | ||
99 | | I need burrows underground foxholes. | ||
100 | | I need duff layers eaten through | ||
101 | | by worms. I need brooks murmuring | ||
102 | | through crooks of roots. I need small | ||
103 | | [fish swimming][] in their schools at | ||
104 | | midnight. I need oldnesses giving way | ||
105 | | [to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses][]. | ||
106 | | I need dapplegray yellowshot ashbark. | ||
107 | | I need the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. | ||
108 | | I need [snowquiet deadbranch][] mourning. | ||
109 | | I need those [purple mountains majesty][]. | ||
110 | | I need a walk between trees in the dark. | ||
111 | | I need that moment when stopping to rest | ||
112 | | it suddenly seems that all the weary | ||
113 | | [forestroads][] in all their meandering come | ||
114 | | [to rest their heads][] at my astonished | ||
115 | | feet, none of them needing more than me. | ||
116 | |||
117 | [blackdirt]: building.html | ||
118 | [thin green window]: window.html | ||
119 | [magic]: cereal.html | ||
120 | [to rest their heads]: riptide_memory.html | ||
121 | [forestroads]: http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html | ||
122 | [purple mountains majesty]: http://www.wrensworld.com/purpmount.htm | ||
123 | [snowquiet deadbranch]: one-hundred-lines.html | ||
124 | [to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses]: about-the-author.html | ||
125 | [fish swimming]: proverbs.html | ||
126 | [I need whisper at dawn.]: apollo11.html | ||
127 | [branchcrotch]: epigraph.html | ||
128 | [moonlight]: finding-the-lion.html | ||
129 | [greennesses of creases and caresses]: the-sea_the-beach.html | ||
130 | [groaning]: feedingtheraven.html | ||
131 | [pearl held out in a hand]: roughgloves.html | ||
132 | [to know the snake]: ouroboros_memory.html | ||
133 | [unknowing terrible sleep]: in-bed.html | ||
134 | [of flame to lick at old wounds]: fire.html | ||
135 | [faces to the windblown sun]: no-nothing.html | ||
136 | [the opposite of dust]: https://samofthetenthousandthings.wordpress.com/2012/09/08/charles-wright-reads-james-wright-the-journey-audio-poem/ | ||