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Four poems by Jac Nelson

Marriage [mise en scène]

whisper
wash
name
/a name whispers over the wash

“G-

woman
bosom
hills
/woman in the bosom of the hills

o-

sun
desert
letters
/over the sand the letters come from the sun

l-

woman
camels
dream
/she sleeps with camels make a range

d-

all
the
letters
/move

e-

drum
corps
letters
/all the letters move

n-

swan
corps
carriage
/‘it was the desert somebody hailed me like I was a golden carriage

state
name
record
/my camels my innocent blouse’

C-

ribs
dunes
hillocks
wash
/woman buttons up

a-

ribbon
darling
pass
/away pass away pass

r-

under
innocent
blouse
/there she goes beating

r-

drum
corps
letters
/‘someone hailed me

i-

swan
roll
sun
/followed suns rolling over the sand

a-

woman
hills
dream
/I was in the bosom falling asleep’

g-

dune
wash
sand
/Her camels make the hills

e”

sleep

sleep
/letters come from sun

Marriage [soliloquy]

‘Does the wind arrive from the cliffs like snow falls

Who is that who approaches me who
[Listening.] hails me down the length of the shore like I am
a golden carriage

Or is it the wide berth of time finally come for me

Is the sky in the west or the clear eye of a goldfish
[To pigeons.] My pigeons drink chocolate in the sand fear not that I am
unrisen

Could it be some foot-carried thing whispers over

Did Lee Young-Li ever call his woman to him
[Rising.] with his poem at least the score of his complicated rending
sense of her

bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbI will
move now up from the south along the length of the shore

For how long and for whom the inexorable sense of someone

Will you take for example the memory of his softest sweater
[To pigeons.] the gray of it churns in the light in the eye of the golden
fish I am
what it was like a rabbit a clinging child’

[The air swells down from the trees’ salted branches
the cones of the gymnosperms finally release]

Marriage [review]

No one will deny the burnt odor
As if a hot seal had been here and gone

but whether or not you are convinced of something

Who was he? and Where? and Why?
Like every fiction this one has its beaches the matter

is over and out to sea

You’d scoff How mare! How rooster!
This story tells a man how a man likes a trigger how a man likes to
punctuate a Whole Man

is a rope by which you pull the bells of the belltower

Obviously man is metaphor but in fact
In the light it’s an ivory flag in snow a scar down the length of the body at
night

as if a hot seal had been here and gone

There is no way to do this
Anyhow the score is the sound of the seam of his sweater joining a
cheaper a blacker seam

and the stage doesn’t light they brought in lamb’s-ear for the desert

Marriage [box office]

Crying man  man with a headache  man in marriage

Jac Nelson lives with her partner in Portland, Oregon, where she translates from French and from Ancient Greek into English.

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This entry was posted on October 9, 2013 by in poetry.

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