Thursday, December 4, 2008

promised land valley

it snows in the evening here most nights nowadays. sometimes a mere dusting, other times enough to add a layer to the gently building sheet of white blanketing the landscape of peterborough. i took this photograph a few days ago on a slightly foggy walk in which the trees strayed across the sky like inkblots and i got to thinking that somewhere i knew a poem in which that very image was described. i haven't found it yet but i did chance upon this lovely poem.
so, spend some time this day in promised land valley, written in june '73 by alfred corn . . . .



the lake at nightfall is less a lake,
but more, with reflection added, so
this giant inkblot lies on its side,
a bristling zone of black pine and fir
at the dark fold of the revealed world.

interpret this fallen symmetry,
scan this water and these water lights,
and follow a golden scribble toward
the lantern, the guessed boat, the voices
that skip across sky to where we stand.

you are vanishing and so am i
as everything surrenders color,
falling silent to vision. darkness
rises to drown out the sky and silence
names us to the asking boat.

who echoes who in the black mirror?
riddles are answers here at the edge.
and still, we can imagine some clear call,
a spoken brilliance blazing the trail . . .
ourselves moving out across the sky.

alfred corn maintains a blog that you can read here.

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