why is the capacity for wings dim at this point?
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Explanation:
A Dim Capacity for Wings”
BY EDWARD MAYES
We’re not sure you caught that, your
Death, your breath, the bobber still
On the surface, all hands on all decks,
Under the gable you’ll never get wet,
Slabs of water running in the streets,
You wondered about the day someone
Invented the heddle, when loom became
A noun, you said no one was listening,
But listen up, echo time is shorter in
The cubicles, you admire the vowels in
Eero Saarinen, the way they arch and
Fly, shoe to boot to the inevitable slipper,
Clipped hedges, the remarkable guitar
In the same room as the remarkable
Sitar, like all get out, when you awoke
That day to say you are your own vehicle
For understanding, metaphorically
Speaking, not just another catchphrase,
Not a convenience store, bare midriff,
Pay toilet, salmon run, still searching
For the cure for death, so you won’t catch
Hell, and yes we got the gist about yeast,
That you have seen night rise as much as
You have seen it fall, paper clips now that
Paper is gone, you’d rather be writing on
Wax, the moon so out of bounds in daylight,
Fight song, rah-rah, to shoo or not to shoo,
All that is not vanity is still vanity, the U-turn
Waiting to happen, and when you wrote
The word sky the room became spacious, the roof
Off, the windows blown out, but isn’t that
The road desire always takes, open or closed, all the same.
Notes:
The title is a line from poem 1107, “My Cocoon tightens – Colors tease,” from The Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by R.W. Franklin.
Source: Poetry (November 2020)
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We’re not sure you caught that, your
Death, your breath, the bobber still
On the surface, all hands on all decks,
Under the gable you’ll never get wet,
Slabs of water running in the streets,
You wondered about the day someone
Invented the heddle, when loom became
A noun, you said no one was listening,
But listen up, echo time is shorter in
The cubicles, you admire the vowels in
Eero Saarinen, the way they arch and
Fly, shoe to boot to the inevitable slipper,
Clipped hedges, the remarkable guitar
In the same room as the remarkable
Sitar, like all get out, when you awoke
That day to say you are your own vehicle
For understanding, metaphorically
Speaking, not just another catchphrase,
Not a convenience store, bare midriff,
Pay toilet, salmon run, still searching
For the cure for death, so you won’t catch
Hell, and yes we got the gist about yeast,
That you have seen night rise as much as
You have seen it fall, paper clips now that
Paper is gone, you’d rather be writing on
Wax, the moon so out of bounds in daylight,
Fight song, rah-rah, to shoo or not to shoo,
All that is not vanity is still vanity, the U-turn
Waiting to happen, and when you wrote
The word sky the room became spacious, the roof
Off, the windows blown out, but isn’t that
The road desire always takes, open or closed, all the same.