Past Midnight, My Daughter Awakened by Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue In the prence of blue, it’s the eye
that signals to the brain that signals
to the heart, slow down, slow down,
a process of attenuation I hear
in Coltrane’s notes, loping要功
then sprinting, then nearly gone,
Chambers’ barely audible bass
holding sway amidst the fifties hiss.
It’s then I think death must be like this,
its last beats sweeter becau few,
the body closing doors and shutting windows,
locking up before the long buzz, crackle,
microphone hum. Then Miles and Cannonball
解除劳动合同证明模板and Coltrane, horns whispering “So what,”
building in defiance until I wonder
at their swagger, their fear,
as I did at the woman in Jimmy’s Bar,
who having nothing to lo, popped
the French heart medicine “experimental”
only tamely described. Quaffed them
with a Guinness, shoveled popcorn in,
and would not turn from tho who stared.
领导力课程Like me, birthday boy half in the bucket,
or tho who glass slipped from hand
to floor upon eing her puffy face
the color of Franz Marc’s hor. Still,
羊肉下奶吗it’s my mother’s fault I can’t think of blue
as forlorn: her kitchen and bath,
carpet and drapes, that starving goo
above her pale couch—all blue,
or better, some shade of calm embodied
by a think we lounge upon, wash our hands in,乌鲁木齐海拔高度
or do what we clo the door to do in.
It’s no miracle the sadness of the wretched
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didn’t come to mind studying the woman’s
blue face, or watching the June delphinium
offer its trumpet of blossom in September,
horn of plenty, yellow throated surpri
as deft as my daughter, backlit
by stairwell light, hands on hips
in the manner young children take
with parents who’ve misbehaved.
Glancing at me, the chair I sit in,
our striped futon, even the chap
Chagall taped to the wall, she says,
“I guess I’m doomed to love blue,”
a joke she knows will bring my laughter,
人声鼎沸是什么意思doomed to love what lifts and often
kills us—sailor’s ocean, pilot’s sky,
乒乓球白杨tho eyes who sheen I had not reckoned on.
Stein, Kevin. Bruid Paradi. Champaign, IL: University of Illinois Press, 1996.
