Poem-A-Day: UTOPIA: Love as Free as a Fountain by Joe Hall

UTOPIA: Love as Free as a Fountain by Joe Hall     How could the news come? We drove with my second cousins to The orchards at the feet of the Catskills.   We cut three names into a tree. And when I burned my wrist in the cannery So badly it began to bubble,   You were there with a bucket of cold water. Among the tons of softening apples You smelled like cinnamon burning. That night   I watched you play the piano with Jamie and Evan Who were both, at some point, your lovers- My heart in such a confusion,   Their bows drawing diagrams in the air, This moment so close to prayer.        Copyright © 2013 by Joe Hall. Used with permission of the author.   About This Poem "This poem is from a series I'm writing about the final days of utopic communities and cults. In this case, I'd been reading the diary of a member of the Oneida Community. They attempted to practice a form of sexual, affective, and material communism."    --Joe Hall Most Recent Book by Hall The Devotional Poems (Black Ocean, 2013)               July 26, 2013 Joe Hall's second and most recent collection of poetry is The Devotional Poems (Black Ocean, 2013). He lives in Washington D.C. Related Poems I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale Anna, Thy Charms by Robert Burns Pericardium by Joanna Klink Poem-A-Day Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-A-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on  weekdays and classic poems  on weekends. Browse the  Poem-A-Day Archive.     Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.

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