from Metaphor & Simile: 24 journal poems at year’s end
The feeling is the lining of the dream. Each day as a making & unmaking, each person loving & failing,the hope each day that having to live in this dim country will seem betterat some point & each body of each person will have a right… the little boy & ~i~walked with our lichen bag; he out-walked the sadness of his parents, ~i~ out-walked the facts… Feeling basically all rightis a privilege few can afford. Our neighborhood sofull of plastic crap on Xmas eve, lights upin early dusk… but there’s an appealing multiglow.Trace in the mind, Pound said… & always the counter-thought, the dialectical paradox in each event, history unfolding,—the neighbors had put out their tacky 50s crèche, donkeys & sheep, plaster baby Jesus inthe plaster manger… Look at this, Baba, Leon said, standing a long timewith his bag of lichen, unrejected & beside. Maybe the child Jesus just felt electrical like Whitman did, pushing what light he had out of his hands,maybe ordinary light, We just don’t know…Man of constant sorrow. There are no reportsof him laughing, except in gnostic texts.Murdered by the State for loving criminals.Where did he get the idea. Is & as…the world in all its forms—
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Brenda Hillman has published nine collections of poetry, all with Wesleyan University Press, including Practical Water, for which she won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Poetry. Her most recent book, Seasonal Works with Letters on Fire, received the Griffin International Poetry Prize. Hillman is also an editor, translator, and activist for social, economic, and environmental justice. She serves as the Olivia C. Filippi Professor of Poetry at Saint Mary’s College of California. blueflowerarts.com/artist/brenda-hillman