Poem-A-Day: Summer in Winter in Summer by Noah Eli Gordon

Summer in Winter in Summer by Noah Eli Gordon     The bottom teeth of summer  in winter, braided into  whomever stood on the green green bridge watching her shadow          lengthen.  Sun-pocket. Sunflower. Seedling, you  brittle blossoming something the room clears of dailyness.  Daily, the bottom teeth of summer  in winter, chewing through  ropes, raree show rapunzeled, which is realism  like this that there can be. These are really happened  tell me again stories I will. I will again against it.  Diving bell in a glass of water. Cacti atmosphere.  A perfect piece of pink cake  complicating perfection's tendency to falter.  Who left it on the counter? Who walked through the room  as though through a composition? The speaker enters quietly,  closes a window, clearing dust from the chair  to sit in the center of the poem, invigorated  with inky awkward blankness.  The bottom teeth of summer  in winter chattering: here's the moon. Here's the moon  splashed over two dozen calendars. Here, the kids are grown.  The day is long. The bed, wide as a battleship, waits  in its buoyancy. Imagine a life and live in it. Imagine dead as ever  walking a cut lily back to water. Crazy epic crazier still trying  to put down roots. Summer in winter like a speaker  in water. The loudest electric sound is nothing compared  to the soundest perforation. My paper life. My paper doll.  Your paper boy. Sun sun sunflower seed summer you  can say you love in a poem's inky blank awkwardness  your paper boy. Sun sun sunflower seed summer you  to the soundest perforation. My paper life. My paper doll  in water. The loudest electric sound is nothing compared  to put-down roots. Summer in winter like a speaker  walking a cut lily back to water. Crazy epic crazier still trying  in its buoyancy. Imagine a life and live in it. Imagine dead as ever  the day is long. The bed, wide as a battleship, waits,  splashed over two dozen calendars. Here, the kids are grown  in winter chattering: here's the moon. Here's the moon.  The bottom teeth of summer  with inky awkward blankness  to sit in the center of the poem, invigorated,  closes a window, clearing dust from the chair.  As though through a composition, the speaker enters. Quietly,  who left it on the counter? Who walked through the room  complicating perfection's tendency to falter.  A perfect piece of pink cake.  Diving bell in a glass of water. Cacti atmosphere,  tell me again stories I will I will. Again, against it  like this that there can be. These are really happened  ropes, raree show rapunzeled. Which is realism  in winter: Chewing through  daily the bottom teeth of summer?  Brittle blossoming something the room clears of dailyness?  Sun-pocket. Sunflower. Seedling, you  whomever stood on the green green bridge watching her shadow     lengthen  in winter, braided into  the bottom teeth of summer.         Copyright © 2013 by Noah Eli Gordon. Used with permission of the author.     About This Poem "My wife's name is Sommer. We were married in winter at a courthouse in Denver after spending a total of only nineteen hours together. The following day, at a packed art gallery downtown, I read this poem for her. The poem repeats in reverse order each of its lines starting from the exact center; it's a form I stole from Peter Gizzi's 'Vincent, Homesick for the Land of Pictures.'"    --Noah Eli Gordon May 31, 2013 Noah Eli Gordon is the author of numerous books of poetry including his most recent, The Year of the Rooster (Ahsahta Press, 2013). He teaches at the University of Colorado at Boulder and lives in Denver. Most Recent Book by Gordon  Year of the Rooster (Ahsahta Press, 2013) Related Poems I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay I see the boys of summer by Dylan Thomas Summer Song by William Carlos Williams 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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