Belong To
See the pair of us Raining and morning the first soft ashes along the high road running the far ridge of pines ripped wild to timbers by storming to shreds see the white shreds like coals like a sudden sorrow see the partial moon see the cut sky see us serene with singing are we merry are we rueful neither is there sufficient wording for what falls all the muffled horns pleading but too late along the last route of what remains can you see us what can you see there--lost leaves waiting to come back as leaves . . .
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Copyright © 2013 by David Baker. Used with permission of the author. |
About this Poem:
"One of my favorite ballads from the early 1950s is the song--recorded famously by both Patti Page and Jo Stafford--'You Belong to Me.' I wanted my poem to be full of echoes of the lyrics of that song and of several recent poems by poets I love. It is a poem of fragments, leavings, endings, overlapping tones and details, a poem of decasyllabic lines snapped in half but still perceptible, nearly, as a blank verse sonnet. 'See the pyramids along the Nile...'" |
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