Lessons by weather

One day I think I may
put an old door and boards
there on the back porch

to hold out the westerly’s
voice of God in rain and gale
but it is cunning against thwart

and breaks from the south
faster than nail and will
hardier too in stone persistence

bringing the top edge of waves
salt and lash and flip of sea

silly silly man two legged decades
holding a tennis racquet
to circumnavigate the sun

better the wet forehead
fingers painted with soil
wet woollen encased sacrifice

research the lexicon of worms
blow your colours to the wall
that gainsay of oxygen relief

watch the magpie pivot
in a knowledge of toes
your limitations abound


The Paris Review 1956

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