Love’s Body by Jonathan Wells

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend January 30, 2015   Love’s Body   Jonathan Wells

Love gives all its reasons as if they were terms for peace. Love is this but not that that but not this. Love as it always was.   But there is no peace in the mountain cleft where the fruit bats scatter from the light. There is no peace in the hollow when the heat snuffs night’s blue candle.   The outline of brown leaves on the beach is the wind’s body.   A crow is squawking at the sun as if the screech itself is dawn. Let me hear every perfect note. How I loved that jasper morning.            Copyright © 2015 by Jonathan Wells. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   “The poem searches for the physical proof of abstract things; wind, morning, love. The brown leaves lead to the wind’s form, the crow to the morning. The pattern of these parts suggested the shape of love as it appeared to me.” —Jonathan Wells   Jonathan Wells is the author of The Man With Many Pens, forthcoming from Four Way Books in the fall of 2015. He lives in New York City.   Photo Credit: Rachel Eliza Griffiths Most Recent Book by Wells   Train Dance (Four Way Books, 2011) "What Is True" by Ben Kopel "Dependants" by Paul Farley "It Was Raining in Delft" by Peter Gizzi Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. 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.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038