Dark cypresses-- <br />The world is uneasily happy; <br />It will all be forgotten. <br />--Theodore Storm <br /> <br /> <br />Mother of roots, you have not seeded <br />The tall ashes of loneliness <br />For me. Therefore, <br />Now I go. <br />If I knew the name, <br />Your name, all trellises of vineyards and old fire <br />Would quicken to shake terribly my <br />Earth, mother of spiraling searches, terrible <br />Fable of calcium, girl. I crept this afternoon <br />In weeds once more, <br />Casual, daydreaming you might not strike <br />Me down. Mother of window sills and journeys, <br />Hallower of searching hands, <br />The sight of my blind man makes me want to weep. <br />Tiller of waves or whatever, woman or man, <br />Mother of roots or father of diamonds, <br />Look: I am nothing. <br />I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.<br /><br />James Arlington Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-to-the-poetry-of-calcium/
