Autumn is ending
and the oaks and maples yield your seasonable blood so that half of heaven and a small part of earth might not doubt the truth of your deciduous stigmata. The ochre and crimson wines of your covenant intoxicate the soil with color. The pantheon of your stoic pines looks on without a sound, but amongst them how one can smell the weeping sap!
It is true, Carolina, I leave in December. I go to learn the words that make money tremble. Yet I write to you aching with the choice I have made, hoping that you will not forsake me. My absence does not mean that I do not love you.
Do not vacate my senses as the season gives way. Instead, prepare in me the justice of your repeating forests. Do not abandon my memory. Remain in me always with your clayskin of rust and your tonic water with its galaxy of minerals. Fix me, oh Carolina, with the courage of your egalitarian skies.
and the oaks and maples yield your seasonable blood so that half of heaven and a small part of earth might not doubt the truth of your deciduous stigmata. The ochre and crimson wines of your covenant intoxicate the soil with color. The pantheon of your stoic pines looks on without a sound, but amongst them how one can smell the weeping sap!
It is true, Carolina, I leave in December. I go to learn the words that make money tremble. Yet I write to you aching with the choice I have made, hoping that you will not forsake me. My absence does not mean that I do not love you.
Do not vacate my senses as the season gives way. Instead, prepare in me the justice of your repeating forests. Do not abandon my memory. Remain in me always with your clayskin of rust and your tonic water with its galaxy of minerals. Fix me, oh Carolina, with the courage of your egalitarian skies.
2 comments:
im breathless.
still marinating your last post.
where are you going, btw?
-elizabeth
you didn't know? imma comin back to el norte. philly to be exact. it's gonna be for about a year, me thinks.
breathless...yes, that's the way n carolina landscape strikes me as well.
and yes, i too am marinating on the previous issue. it frightens me so. all my words come to naught, it seems, in circumstances like those...
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