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deathwatchpoem #3
okay guys
here’s what I want
when I’m comatose keep playing
all the
bach mozart handel you want
plus any standard violin concertos
maybe
that really nice bit from faure’s
requiem and I’d especially
like —
if anything registers — donald swann
singing I sit
beside the fire and in
western lands and the road goes ever
on and on
and bilbo’s last song at the
grey havens please nobody hang over
me
reading the bible I’ll take tennyson’s
crossing the
bar grampa recited it
near his own death and if you must pray
let
elbereth top the list I’ll leave
a couple paragraphs you can read
from
leguin’s farthest shore and if I take
overlong getting to
that shore someone
hold a pillow on my face just
don’t get
caught
© Jacqueline Jackson 2007
I’m especially attracted to poems that describe
places I might not otherwise visit, in the manner of good travel writing.
I’m a dedicated stay-at-home and much prefer to read something
fascinating about a place than visit it myself. Here the Hawaii poet,
Joseph Stanton, describes a tree that few of us have seen but all of us
have eaten from.
Banana Trees
They are tall herbs, really, not trees, though they can shoot up thirty feet if all goes well for them. Cut in cross
section they look like gigantic onions, multi-layered mysteries with ghostly hearts. Their leaves are made to be broken by the wind,
if wind there be, but the crosswise tears they are built to expect do them no harm. Around the steady staff of the leafstalk
the broken fronds flap in the breeze like brief forgotten flags, but these tattered, green, photosynthetic machines
know how to grasp with their broken fingers the gold coins of light that give open air its shine. In hot, dry weather the fingers
fold down to touch on each side —
a kind of prayer to clasp what damp they can against the too much light.
Poem copyright © 2006 by Joseph Stanton.
Reprinted from A Field Guide to the Wildlife
of Suburban O’ahu (Time Being
Books, 2006) with permission of the publisher. Introduction copyright
© 2006 by The Poetry Foundation. American Life in Poetry is made
possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of
Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the
University of Nebraska-Lincoln.
Ted Kooser served as the U.S. Poet Laureate from
2004-2006. For more information, go to www.americanlifeinpoetry.org.
This article appears in Jul 12-18, 2007.
