I like the direction of this poem. I think the title maybe doent fit it.
ALso you say the room is windowless at the beginning and at the end you
speak of 'banging in anger at the windowpane'. I'm not sure about that
repeat of anger - struggling at the windowpane? Idont find windowless room
all that convincing - that you kindled in the small-windowed room? or
something....
bw
SallyE
on 25/4/03 6:37 pm, Colin dewar at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> Resolution
>
> What now of your anger
> that you kindled in the windowless room
> and carried with you like a hot coal through crowded streets,
> fanned all the while by self-hurting words?
> It was already half gone
> when you reached the coolness of the wood,
> set foot amongst leaves,
> where nothing returns as you speak,
> no reply to feed from nor follow,
> where you scarce know where best
> to rest your gaze
> there being no intent
> hidden in mossy limb or intricate stem,
> each one like the next,
> unplanned and empty of desire,
> looking then for other words to document
> the softness of ground, the moistness of the air.
>
> What now as you stand
> on the summit of the little hill,
> not alone but with me,
> who likes you no more or less
> than when you shut yourself in an angry room?
> What else but words that turn to sky,
> sinking no longer against a wall
> or banging in anger the window pane
> quieter as they pass away
> and still attended, gone.
>
>
>
> Colin
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