Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Faved!: Eleni Sikélianòs' Survey: Phototropes




The snow falls, picks itself up, dusts itself off
a sparrow flying like a leaf back up to its tree
The future does a backbend toward you, it's
what you can almost see, scrimmed
in the clouds which crowd the sky, elbowing, laughing

After that I see space and its influence in a bucket of
   spinning water
and two calcium atoms shoot forth, twinned
   photons traveling

back to back, arms unlaced, perfect
swimmers in the lit dusk

Where are they going?

First, to Holland, then
to calcium-kiss her bones

And in Holland the streets are made of water, the dolls &
   dogs gather
  round lit picnic tables like happy rags

The body is in the root cellar

When snow falls our dead gather close to our bones
because the cold's ghost has come back to haunt the
   cold & the body,
too, is a happy rag

Tree, take a photograph of her thought, you can do it
with photosynthesis: silhouettes of seals appear,
   a swarmed planet and its satellites, a celestial atlas
   that breaks when tapped (it's glass)
Some giraffes, some elephants, a lion scatter
in the clearing; in the clearing

the leaves of the world turn toward the light as do the
   letters of the word
the words are beautiful not for their accuracy but for
   their dream:
words-are-arrows that loop between no-man's-land and
   the wetlands, soft
flints flying toward their target

--words bird the zone--

when home was adopted as mother
area was given here
[a future of] all surface, no border
 

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