Erin Belieu

(1967 - / Ohama / Nebraska)

Georgic On Memory - Poem by Erin Belieu

Make your daily monument the Ego,
use a masochist's epistemology
of shame and dog-eared certainty
that others less exacting might forgo.

If memory's an elephant, then feed
the animal. Resist revision: the stand
of feral raspberry, contraband
fruit the crows stole, ferrying seed

for miles ... No. It was a broken hedge,
not beautiful, sunlight tacking
its leafy gut in loose sutures. Lacking
imagination, you'll take the pledge

to remember - not the sexy, new
idea of history, each moment
swamped in legend, liable to judgment
and erosion; still, an appealing view,

to draft our lives, a series of vignettes
where endings could be substituted -
your father, unconvoluted
by desire, not grown bonsai in regret,

the bedroom of blue flowers left intact.
The room was nearly dark, the streetlight
a sentinel at the white curtain, its night
face implicated. Do not retract

this. Something did happen. You recall,
can feel a stumbling over wet ground,
the cave the needled branches made around
your body, the creature you couldn't console.

Comments about Georgic On Memory by Erin Belieu

  • (5/20/2015 11:50:00 AM)

    I enjoyed this one very much Erin... Every line, every thought reaches deep into my own baggage to pull out little things quite unique and beautiful to myself.... Which has always been my own definition of good poetry, step back - poke the reader with a pointy stick - a see if anything happens. And it certainly did for me - which gives you an A+ in my book because most modernists seem to be under some misguided impression that gibberish is the order of the day and I've become weary of it. Yours is refreshingly vibrant and real.... (Report) Reply

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  • Captain Herbert Poetry (5/20/2015 10:37:00 AM)

    a unique message and unique construction of the stanzas (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/20/2015 6:48:00 AM)

    A stumbling over wet ground. Nice piece of work. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012

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