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A review by sydneyzahradka
As Ever: Selected Poems by Joanne Kyger
3.0
Time of wonder
on how it goes together. And pausing to see.
The same landscape only changed
by progression of time. Waiting to be moved
by the impulses of heaven. To have the chance funnel
descend. Into the grassy bird lit day.
And so much talk of the heart
and the breath is nothing if not practiced in this
helter skelter. In this wondering wound.
So much sorrow winds around me ridiculously. This sweet refuge
of home won’t give up, is compounded of hard objects,
of floating mind, shelter, walls.
Tin hearted memories, chemicals.
We fight incredibly through a hideous mish mash of inheritance,
forgiving for deeper stamina. That we go on, the world
always goes on, breaking us with its changes
until our form, exhausted, runs true.
on how it goes together. And pausing to see.
The same landscape only changed
by progression of time. Waiting to be moved
by the impulses of heaven. To have the chance funnel
descend. Into the grassy bird lit day.
And so much talk of the heart
and the breath is nothing if not practiced in this
helter skelter. In this wondering wound.
So much sorrow winds around me ridiculously. This sweet refuge
of home won’t give up, is compounded of hard objects,
of floating mind, shelter, walls.
Tin hearted memories, chemicals.
We fight incredibly through a hideous mish mash of inheritance,
forgiving for deeper stamina. That we go on, the world
always goes on, breaking us with its changes
until our form, exhausted, runs true.