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October 11, 2006
mortuary (irving layton)
This winter, I will knit myself a pair of poetry mittens. Fingerless, with embroidered rather than knit-in text, so that I can control the letter style more to my liking. This is what they will say:
Flesh has fallen away. Trees
And buildings are summer's skeleton;
Wind has loosened, disarrayed
The separate ribs, the evidence of bone.
Dead, deposited relics
Shored up clean against a stiffened sky,
Fixed by the mortician cold
Moving his fingers over them ceaselessly;
While the snow, decently to inter,
Drifts between the spaces, everywhere.
Posted by jodi at October 11, 2006 08:37 PM | categories: poetry : projects : true patriot love
Comments
I didn't know who Irving Layton was, but I do now.
Great poem.
Posted by: NWJR at October 12, 2006 08:24 AM
That's a great idea - I always wonder how you exercise that patiente that some of your works seem to insist.
By the way: I LOVE YOUR BLOG!! You have realy fucking cool ideas and it is really refreshing to know that I am not the only person younger than 40 who loves to knit!
Posted by: ella at October 12, 2006 01:47 PM
oooh, how are you going to parse it over the pair?
Posted by: Sherry W at October 12, 2006 03:09 PM
Sherry: not sure yet. I'm not going to be starting these until after the week of Nov 20, when most of my school/work obligations will let up. Once I get started with the planning I'll post some charts as I design them.
Posted by: jodi at October 13, 2006 11:43 AM