The lack of a single-word infinitive
in our language is what is killing me
A single word for all
infinitives is what God is doing tonight
This is just one of many acts
to have passed through the garden
Previously on this show they put
a peacock back together wrong
after its demise
there was in the syntax
Poor bird could feel it in his bones
About this poem
"Sometimes-often-when I sit down to write, I become deeply conscious of all the other words/ideas/minds/bodies that have inhabited the space before me. In this poem I deal with that awareness by abandoning myself and god to give a brief (incomplete, inaccurate) recap of poetry thus far, as if it were a television show starring Wallace Stevens, Robert Frost and a peacock. I wanted to find out what happens when they stop being polite and start getting etc., but they all turned out to be pretty genteel."
About Heather Christle
Heather Christle is the author of "What Is Amazing" (Wesleyan University Press, 2012). She lives in Yellow Springs, Ohio.
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(c) 2014 Heather Christle. Originally published by the Academy of American Poets, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate