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Category: Emily Wilson

Monologue

 

It seemed the thing was juster

with its angles driven keener

giving depth and variation

to incising swallows black

along the traplines, slubs

in kinds of silk bent to

the spine, rounded, debossed

so I made the shadows, there

was room to mine the dry distracted

areas of sweet astride

the stark waiting to split the seasoned

cortex over-ridging the packed

flesh, the ruffed flesh marled

the bole, it was not flesh that glowed

off somewhat else but a dark mass

before the nineteenth century, though

I fell upon the work encumbered

as I was in verging snow

in a way of seeing through the stranded

vaults offwards, from the oak

the double-banded tucked and sheening

thing, world, withal

its stencil-webbed matters passing there.

from The Great Medieval Yellows Find more by Emily Wilson at the library

Copyright © 2015 Emily Wilson
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Mezzotint

 

Open the book. Scan the artful

page that pins things up—the cryptic

bud working too to square the sense

of a syndicated order, its siphon

blossom flare stiff in the bract, an act

happens off that slender moil

you can’t get through, sends streaks

through an arch distortion of

the core material—

bright green piping from

the “throat,” “gut” where still

some question drives—can you live

within the resolution of

momentary detail, above it, propped

up over where the words hang

in rigid combines stitching through

their dark debris field and fail to discern—

how do I—turning back, the shagged

bark, felt hairs kissing down

the bracketed midrib grace of—

the crop the forced part?

from The Great Medieval Yellows Find more by Emily Wilson at the library

Copyright © 2015 Emily Wilson
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

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