The Shut Rose
1 Shadow
Then the knockings the lights in houses the barn doors
I cannot spell
I cannot run
My heart murmurs
My feet make no tracks in the sand
2 Without any irritable reaching after fact and reason Keats
I dreamed I was born in a boat
Smooth wood: who can imagine at sea
that one can be housed perfectly?
3 Pray you, tread softly
The ice hook swings opens its mouth
And bites
My father lowers it gently
As if it were full
Of coins and heat and prompting:
Who asked me for words I had not yet seen —
4 A spell cannot be tattered & mended like a coat ED, letter 663
Look, Mother.Look, Father.
All that remains is fathom —
A simple girl, I watch from the shade porch:
radiance can make you weary
All that closing & opening, opening
& closing
5 The shut rose shall dream of our loves and awake/ Song: ‘Hush, hush, tread softly’ Keats
Full blown
I am waking, still and further
Whom not having seen, I love: who withdraws from us
6 Felt the meadows the light held inside its flowing Graham, Easter Morning Aubade
A red boat bangs the rocks no rider no paddle
How softly summer shuts with the creaking of a door
How softly summer shuts with the creaking of a door ED, letter 665
Little clocks ticking in the heat
7 If the transitive be but the minor, we shall need a large accession
of strength, for the major sweetness ED, letter 654
I stir soup in the red pot then I need only the spare
room the one in the top of the house ::
booty of the dove —
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