Forrest Gander Poems
|1.||Line Of Descent||3/28/2014|
|2.||Psychoanalysis Of Water||3/28/2014|
|5.||Bridge & Swimmer||3/28/2014|
|7.||Eye Against Eye [excerpt]||3/28/2014|
|8.||Prologue To A Bidding||3/28/2014|
|13.||The Thousand Somethings Of Someone||3/28/2014|
|14.||The Tinajera Notebook||3/28/2014|
|16.||The Moment When Your Name Is Pronounced||3/28/2014|
|17.||The Ark Upon His Shoulders||1/20/2003|
Comments about Forrest Gander
The Ark Upon His Shoulders
My husband did all this.We used to live
in a rambling kind of house with gossipy verandas.
Then he bought a stove, an iron stovewith a reservoir to it.
He always insisted it was bad luckto come in that door
and go out the other. It's bad luck to pay back salt
if you borrow it.To the day he died
he smelled pulled up from the dirt. He worked
the Norfolk Southern forty years walking on top
of freight trains. I've seen him up there
and the wind just blowing--you could see the wind
blowing his clothes.
Our second househe built it.
Cut me a yard broom from ...
Bridge & Swimmer
Our eye goes past the hieroglyphic tree to the swimmer
carving a wake in the water. And almost to the railroad bridge
from which the swimmer might have dived. Then, as though
come to the end of its tether,
our gaze returns, pulling toward the blemish
on the surface of the print. An L-shaped chemical dribble,
it sabotages the scene's transparence
and siphons off its easy appeal.
At the same time, the blemish