John Brooks Wheelwright

Rookie (9 September 1897 - 13 September 1940 / Boston, Massachusetts)

Winter - Poem by John Brooks Wheelwright

Rocks cleft and turned to dust reveal
cleft shells to be as stone; and cricket skulls
in powdered light give your quick, analytic mandate:
Un-think these things. Gun-roused at dusk
a cock'll bugle 'Kyrie.' Get the geometry of event.
When your lungs failed at war
my mother pulse of dividends revived.
Other theorems of Truth; of Beauty, other corollary!

As over water when a mill-sluice shuts
film ice twitches between inverted
tendril and frond, frond and tendril;
your rushing brain lay still.
Our bold-voluted immortality, fallen
is only rock
-though proud in ruin, piteous in pride-
Ned. Ned.
Snow on a dome, blown by night wind.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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