Proper Names
I return from Breakneck forested
Ridge, fondling spring
to you.
Seder.
Haroset mixing Maror
on dry-flaked Matzah. We bring
spring,
green leaves in salt water,
to Affliction, and affliction
to Spring.
Quiet Sensations
Use all of your senses, child.
There are
salamanders
red-spotted newts
wriggling in the teal
waters between those hilltops,
in recesses.
So don’t take your
SUV.
Blue Table, Blue Sky
The world quavers in my
coffee cup
I’m acting weird in Beacon.
Staring into random mugs
to see a new
reflection.
Of smoke from water.
Clouds above, and trees
that wiggle, from table
vibrations.
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yessss. judaism.
I particularly liked these last two sections, the world quavering in your coffee cup as the table vibrates is, as they say, wonderful.
There's lovely stuff in all of these on this blog, but these two strike me for their simplicity, directness and how the image and mood is conveyed in very few words. Bravo, young poet!
why thank you to both. By the way Eliot, I loved your piece about those who draw and those who don't. Is that posted on a blog? I think maybe I should start following it... Aaron: when are you going to start a blog about young jews in (un)disclosed locations??? now that all your illicit sojourning is done why don't you write a lyric op-ed?
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