Emily Wilson

Rookie (1968 / Ohio / United States)

Geomantic - Poem by Emily Wilson

Spruce of the dark
Ontarian orchards,
spoor of the interior,
I emerge into uncalculated
grain shattering at the crown.

As the sky answers
against the watercourse,
so I take my few
exceptions with God.
Nothing so irredeemable
as the robber cowbird,
as the slump of the fisher
unraveling its host.

The great brains of the beeches
divest themselves so sparingly.
I will outstay everything
for the seasonal observance.
Dried silicles, dried bracts
of the impeccable edge work.
Cords of the drainages in ice.
The rose's roadside stigma.

Black tongues massed
at the interstices,
the lone pioneer oak
attends its assemblage of galls.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2014



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