Love, When You Biting Tear The Ear Of My Hearing, Bear Me Then Poem by Warren Falcon

Love, When You Biting Tear The Ear Of My Hearing, Bear Me Then



for four poets, among many others, who have
profoundly influenced my worldview, selfview, and voice:

Robert Duncan, Jack Spicer, Robin Blaser, and Grandfather Walt Whitman


Where is that Spirit which living blamelessly
Yet dared to kiss the smitten mouth of his own century?
- Oscar Wilde, from 'Humanitad'


Love, when you biting tear the ear of my hearing,
bear me then upon a steel altar by hammers tongued.

Knotted muscle, nerved cord, by heart and heat
implore, defy no sky nor pliant dirt deny but cloy
hand in hand, require only dissolution of the Old
Masters tyranny by Numbers insistent upon reduction,
odd waters trail calcinations-calculations-bodies
born of even water into mists, continuously reft
from Given, riven from Dream, such freed from
virtual into literal placenta and spleen-

striven history reshaped redeems a value once
consigned to Hell-realms confining dark thoughts

to matter.


But only one
just finger,
dark, traces
delicate
a lace

conforms
forehead tip
to nose
then wet
lips
rose-swollen
with happy
use cries
and
barriers
break,
surge in
to new
terrain.

Does not it all bear
the familiar arc, say,
of just-dawn color,
mauve-play at the liminal
curve where sky beseeches
bounded space to give
its shapelessness a
Cause, a nape conformed
convex from Orbis what
has been scored by breath
pressed upon it?

Who then falsely may decree
any matted clot, spark-charged,
blood engorged, may not body-charge
ahead and into 'other' merge so
must be flung

expurged behind neglected
Moon or plunged through the
bruised ring of abjected Space?


Hear me now


Thrice trace

an outline


Give form to

now dust me (I am)

awakening surprise


Here me how


there


and there


and yet


there again,


after hammers,


caressed

aureoles and

hosannas

outward turn



***

Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem opens with a quote from Oscar Wilde, setting the tone for the poem's contemplation on the role of love in society and personal evolution. Falcon uses vivid and unconventional imagery to convey the intensity of love's impact: 'Love, when you biting tear the ear of my hearing / bear me then upon a steel altar by hammers tongued.' This imagery suggests a simultaneous destruction and rebirth that love can bring. Falcon's language is rich and evocative, incorporating a sense of physicality and sensuality throughout the poem. The use of phrases such as 'implore, defy no sky nor pliant dirt deny but cloy / hand in hand' and 'barriers break, / surge into new terrain' invites the reader to experience the physical and emotional sensations of love alongside the poet. The poem also delves into the intersection of history and personal experience, suggesting that love has the power to reshape our understanding of the past and redeem forgotten or neglected aspects of our existence. Falcon writes, 'striven history reshaped redeems a value once / consigned to Hell-realms confining dark thoughts / to matter.' This exploration of love's ability to transform and redeem speaks to the interconnectedness of personal and collective narratives. In the latter half of the poem, Falcon explores the idea of merging and breaking barriers, suggesting that love can transcend conventional boundaries and propel us into new territories of understanding. The imagery of a 'just-dawn color' at the horizon and the shaping of space through breath demonstrates Falcon's ability to infuse his words with a sense of movement and possibility. Overall, Warren Falcon's poem, 'Love, When You Biting Tear the Ear of My Hearing, Bear Me Then, ' is a complex and thought-provoking exploration of love's power to transform individuals and society. Falcon's language is rich and evocative, and his imagery invites readers to engage with the physical and emotional sensations of love. It is a poem that rewards close reading and contemplation, and serves as a testament to the profound influence of the poets who have shaped Falcon's own artistic journey.
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Warren Falcon

Warren Falcon

Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA
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