The Tree Surgeon's Gift (PDF)
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"Edward Lynskey has given the force of his fine talent and the strong faith of his poetry, to the people of this world... And the poems bountifully reward his readers."-Fred Chappell, University of North Carolina, Greensboro.
"It is good to have these poems. Lynskey is well worth reading, and the best poems in this volume leave the reader looking forward to the next."-O. B. Hardison, Small Press Review.
"The title poems reveal Lynskey's gift in what he does best-seeing beauty in the ugly, putting the job, the ordinary work, within a context of wonder and ritual."-Shelby Stephenson, The Pilot, North Carolina.
His favorite of seven
daughtcrs, I nursed the oíd man,
dogridden and bedtired and soon
to die. His combative lungs
wheczed as a pair of leaky
bellows. I wondered at how those eyes
talked, gesturing, restless as wrens
inside Tom Cat`s yard. I turned the
pages of the family Bible, he seldom
strayed from Esdras: so much depends on
asylum, offered in thick woods,
hollows in the tidewrack. His mind
snatched four words in the space
God had permitted for one. He
sensed the lateness of summer: the smell of mown
vetch, the fence of wet sheets,
spired by a clothespole, slapping in a burst
of breeze. And in the stillbirth of the midnight,
he dreamt, God yes, dammit he did:
burning decks at sea, howling coves
along Dolly Sods, distressing faces in mirrors.
His eyes sank, looking like chalky
taws, and I knew it wasn`t the last
breath that undid him, but all those
unnoticed which had gone before it.
Lights Over Quantico, USMC
Summer`s lazy axis I think elucidated best my
father`s psyche: getting through the brief but
hot nights, he`d slump over the airy panes, cut
his bloodshot eyes toward the hushed and distant
margins of the Corps` timber. Did he grieve alone
for his choice made to slumber in a powdery boudoir,
dreaming of a carbine and a hammock to sling against Che?
The sentry in him read the starry horizons, paused
at the roof over the Quantico garrison. In that land
leathernecks fresh back from the Mekong River concocted
an argosy of combustible rockets, pissed enough to shoot
them high up the very bowels of Heaven itself, remembering
the rainbow infernos replete with deafening swirls. For
my sake he acted like the phantasmagoric lights were
something wrong with the steamy sferics of late June
clashing with the wintry remnants of April. He called
me a fortúnate son, perhaps, for
lights wiínessed but by a few insomniacs. Even now after
this long night since, my father`s searching gaze will
shine in dreams. I watch the enigmatic lights and fall
silent, never singing as he did of foreign shores and halls.
Turnip Patch Kids
Black Maria chided us children to keep
off the burial plots of her relations,
lords of sleep you let be or else they
breathed on you, turning your dreams bad.
Limestones were tucked under their derbies,
rolled beneath their shoes. Evenings clouds
blew free firespit stars. Maria slipped on her nervy
red wrap, pattered quickly outback, silver
snake bracelets and belted church keys...
- Autor: Edward C. Lynskey
- 1990, 1. Auflage, 76 Seiten, Englisch
- Verlag: Digitalia
- ISBN-10: 0916379752
- ISBN-13: 9780916379759
- Erscheinungsdatum: 01.01.1990
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