From 3ec50c15dbbc8725271d707a33064002ad64a33e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 17:52:37 -0700 Subject: Add poems from the past year --- src/plant.txt | 110 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 110 insertions(+) create mode 100644 src/plant.txt (limited to 'src/plant.txt') diff --git a/src/plant.txt b/src/plant.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..06be535 --- /dev/null +++ b/src/plant.txt @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +--- +title: Litany for plants +genre: verse + +project: + title: Autocento of the breakfast table + css: autocento +... + +I need a plant. I need a thing \ +to take care of. I need \ +a little green brownspotted \ +blackdirt growing \ +quietness. I need a sunlit \ +dawn knowing my name filtered \ +through a thin green window. \ +I need chlorophyll \ +working its magic on beams of \ +grassmade early morning dewdrop \ +sweetmaking green. I need \ +the dark earth sucking water \ +from a black crevice \ +its black magic churning \ +wormilled rockturned starblind \ +darkness and cold into \ +the opposite of dust. I need the heat \ +to blind me. I need the dumb making \ +to charge my coldened blood. I need \ +the dropturned leaves to turn again \ +their faces to the windblown sun. \ +I need millions of tiny years \ +summed up and burning out some unknown \ +new growth into the air. I need four \ +hundred feet of dark red gnarled wood \ +and needles glistening wetly on goldheaded \ +branches hoisting themselves \ +to the sky. I need ten strong men \ +to fail to bring you down. Old one \ +I need the peace that comes with knowing \ +something sacred holds still \ +in the world. I need your green tongues \ +of flame to lick at old wounds \ +stitching us together away from ourselves. \ +I need your brownbranching grasp \ +to keep me from drifting off \ +into unknowing terrible sleep. I need \ +to know the snake hanging \ +from your branches. I need to watch \ +the dropping of flesh massful \ +onto the ground from a height. I need \ +the gnawer at your root to strike \ +a vein to quicken old brown stone \ +to movement. I need jeweleyed venom \ +barking new greennesses into the bark. \ +I need a knocker of dark secrets hidden \ +in the dark bark hiding a smallstone \ +smoldering pearl in the knot. I need \ +that pearl held out in a hand like an offering. \ +I need the hand to be a plant's hand. + +I need a plant. I need a growing \ +growler groaning toward heat and air. \ +I need a green thin stem surprisingly strong \ +holding up the weight of a plain \ +of fallow greennesses of creases and caresses \ +of tiny worldmaking hardworking grandeur. \ +I need a singer of life crying \ +forward into old roads covered over \ +by dead trees. I need the rasping of root \ +in dirt. I need the unfurling of fiddleheads \ +to sing forth a new symphony. I need \ +fruits swelling large for the harvest. \ +I need yellow light shining through white bark. \ +I need juicecrush flowing waterlike \ +through valleys percolating up \ +through the ground. I need springs bubbling sap \ +into cabins of wood fought for by labor. \ +I need snow on the ground with shoots \ +dotting the melting patches. I need two \ +leaves on a thin stalk shivering \ +in moonlight. I need robinsong warbling \ +over the heads of small seeds sprouting \ +to enliven their growth. I need rings \ +of woody material widening to push \ +the ground out of their way. I need \ +new greennesses pushing out from \ +the brown dark bark gnarled. I \ +need the robin to build its songfilled \ +nest in a branchcrotch. I need \ +the fecundity of fungi on the branches. \ +I need quiet of the sunlight shooting \ +through thousands of branched leaves \ +quivering. I need whisper at dawn. \ +I need burrows underground foxholes. \ +I need duff layers eaten through \ +by worms. I need brooks murmuring \ +through crooks of roots. I need small \ +fish swimming in their schools at \ +midnight. I need oldnesses giving way \ +to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses. \ +I need dapplegray yellowshot ashbark. \ +I need the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. \ +I need snowquiet deadbranch mourning. \ +I need those purple mountains majesty. \ +I need a walk between trees in the dark. \ +I need that moment when stopping to rest \ +it suddenly seems that all the weary \ +forestroads in all their meandering come \ +to rest their heads at my astonished \ +feet, none of them needing more than me. -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81