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Pattiann Rogers, one of Americas finest contemporary poets, has won a reputation for densely detailed, thickly textured poems describing the natural world and ones place in it that are informed by a broad knowledge of science. In the tradition of Emerson, Whitman, and A. R. Ammons, Rogerss wise and complex poems read like a series of witty but deeply felt explorations of the physical world and the presence of the divine, exuding much observational care and descriptive panache. Her new collection, Generations, consists of fifty-four poems that concern themselves not just with the notion of the generations of life, but generations in the sense of energy, change, replication, and continuitythe entire process of coming or bringing into being.
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New and Collected Poems, 1981-2001
The Dream of the Marsh Wren:
Writing as Reciprocal Creation
A Covenant of Seasons
Eating Bread and Honey
Firekeeper: New and Selected Poems
Geocentric
Splitting and Binding
Legendary Performance
The Tattooed Lady in the Garden
The Expectations of Light
and Abraham Rockford Gillar Rogers
and for their fathers and for their mothers
through the foggy sponges of lowland
forests, under umbrella leaves, in the shattered
rain of ocean beaches, through the tinder
of ash pits, the thickets of cities, along washes
and ravines and the dust of dry creek beds.
its continent and became two, they were walking.
When smoke from the burning plains
blinded the western seas, they were walking.
They walked by dead reckoning on steel,
on ropes, over swales and fens, on pearls.
of meteors, through knots of flies,
and howling tangles of hungry winds.
When they were sleeping on moss,
they were walking. When they lay
broken, torn and still on the field,
they were walking. They were walking
when the sun gathered together the tightening
strings of its slack, when the sun dissolved
into the withering circle of its power.
and flocks of ricebirds and their shadows
rose up and scattered before them. Herds
of holy caribou and hosts of preying
wolves disappeared ahead of them
over the snowy hills. They were walking
with ghosts, with choirs of grasses
and armies of stars. They walked
through the words let there be light
more than once. They were walking
with chronicles of chains. They walked beyond
the headwaters of the moon.
saw them passing, and their walking
was constant, unmoving, invariable,
and the seeing of the people was ever
present, immutable, liberation.
to travel as fast as winds in a black
blizzard, as winds in the gales
of a north sea storm, must move parallel
with the cheetah, the coyote, the hare
and fleeing gazelle, must fall swiftly,
side by side with everything that falls
rains, and meteors, and forests afire,
wounded men, crumpling cities,
melting mountainsides of snow.
must circle the sun with the disintegrating
comets, the cold planets and their lackey
moons, orbit the galaxy with each and every
one of its stellar systems and bursting stars.
as quick as an electron moving by no
means across the emptiness between
one phantom ring and another, like a firefly
that loses its vanishing place and finds it
again across a vacancy of night.
that which adheres must go and return
year after year among winters and springs
with all of their motions multiple, speed
one by one with the flying spores of royal
ferns, with mescal beans flung outward
and each red, wind-spinning key
of the swamp maples, hover among
the migratory grey and the humpback
whales and the rapidly sailing spray
porpoises, matching eye to eye exactly
their true directions, their determined paces.
with the fleet, the rapid, the brisk,
the headlong rising or descending,
must become itself the virtue
of velocity, the intimate of light.
as one by one they descend
in garments of scarlet tint like
evening shining on ivory terns
and ice-filled seas. They come
covered in seamless cloaks
like rain swaying like human ghosts
gathering across the prairie, in silver
sheen like salmon at night through
a black rush of rapids, come
veiled in laces like tall grasses
in webs of bowl and doily spiders,
like morning in a dispensation
of white-threaded poplar seeds.
step by step, scarves wrapped
around their presence like light
wrapped around field sunflowers
in full bloom. They descend
in rings and green drapery like
the birch and the sweet bay descend
without moving from their highest
branches down to the earth. Down
they come in ritual procession,
in hoods of violet velvet so
deep their faces disappear like
the faces deep inside the hoods
of monkshood blossoms disappear.
in robes of wind like silk flags
alive on their bones, dressed
in stars like shawls settled
like memory across their shoulders,
becoming the place of themselves
like descending mizzle sheathing
winter in glass, clothed like blue
Arctic butterflies in the eternal
form of their own motion. Arrayed
in the phenomena of immortality,
they are made immortal. Regard
these beings from heaven forever
in their earthly descent.
winds upward in tight circles.
I can hear each of my footsteps
as I go around and up on the worn
stones, the railing certain and cold
in my hand. I climb around
and around almost circling myself
in this narrow space, almost
meeting myself face to face,
one step behind, one step ahead.
before, ascending windowless
cathedral towers up to high-wind
belfries where birds swoop and circle,
up to walkways of sudden sun
shining on red-tiled rooftops.
Once I climbed stairs leading
to a lamp twice as tall as a man,
brighter than 10,000 candles, a rotating
beacon at the top of a lighthouse
tower. The sea below was a rage
of contradiction and unanimity.
and cogs and spinning parts,
the operating machinery of enormous
clocks, crown wheels and click wheels
that creak and turn making minutes,
hammers that lift slowly and strike
making hours by sound. Climbing
to the top, one might touch the great
passing noise and workings of time.
hanging in the desert suspended midair,
after dusk, before stars. I may have
seen it, though I have never climbed it.
had a spiral staircase too, maybe
just a wooden ladder the final
few steps to heaven for those who might
climb to the top without dizziness,
without falling in confusion.
rising at night to enter its sheer black
tower of windows, imagine walking
through the doorway to climb the tight
galactic spiral. Circling its form, one
step ahead, one step past, the body might
discover and become by that motion alone
the grand inevitability of the galaxy itself.
dances with a fiddle round and round on the back
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