Next up at #poetrylive – Pattiann Rogers “Eating Bread and Honey”

I came across a poem from this 1997 Milkweed Editions book last month and decided to get a copy. Bees and honey poems are always worth a second look here at This Frenzy.

Since it is cold and dark here in Philly on March 1st, with another snow storm headed our way, it seems like a perfect night to read some poetry.

I’ll be tweeting favorite lines as I read,  and will work on a summary after. 

Opus from Space

a poem I had photocopied and stuck in a file of Important Stuff I’d Want to See Again Some Day:

OPUS FROM SPACE
Pattiann Rogers

Almost everything I know is glad
to be born—not only the desert orangetip,
on the twist flower or tansy, shaking
birth moisture from its wings, but also the naked
warbler nestling, head wavering toward sky,
and the honey possum, the pygmy possum,
blind, hairless thimbles of forward,
press and part.

Almost everything I’ve seen pushes
toward the place of that state as if there were
no knowing any other—the violent crack
and seed-propelling shot of the witch hazel pod,
the philosophy implicit in the inside out
seed-thrust of the wood sorrel. All hairy
saltcedar seeds are single-minded
in their grasping of wind and spinning
for luck toward birth by water.

And I’m fairly shocked to consider
all the bludgeonings and batterings going on
continually, the head-rammings, wing-furors,
and beak-crackings, fighting for release
inside gelatinous shells, leather shells,
calcium shells or rough, horny shells. Legs
and shoulder, knees and elbows flail likewise
against their womb walls everywhere, in pine
forest niches, seepage banks and boggy
prairies, among savannah grasses, on woven
mats and perfumed linen sheets.

Mad zealots, every one, even before
beginning they are dark dust-congealings
of pure frenzy to come into light.

Almost everything I know rages to be born,
the obsession founding itself explicitly
in the coming bone harps and ladders,
the heart-thrusts, vessels and voices
of all those speeding with clear and total
fury toward this singular honor.

Copyright 1997 by Pattiann Rogers, Eating Bread and Honey, Milkweed Editions of Minneapolis, Minnesota.