Smoky Mountains
Is it water or
phacelia that tumbles
down the banks,
overflowing its rocky
creel, water
or trillium,
merging this morning
in one brim-
ful flagrant
resounding of
yes, She lives,
does the Earth,
our longsuffering
handmaiden raising
up dipper
by dipper the day
for us out of
her dark womb.
----KS Byer
(first published in Kakalak)
Oh, what a breathtaking poem!
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed a beautiful poem. I have always said that I believe Kay Byers dreams poetically, with words and images coming to her from everywhere.
ReplyDeleteI look forward to reading Joyce Foster's book. The cover is gorgeous and I know the poems are good.
She will be reading this month, the 25th, I believe at City Lights Books in Sylva.
Kay,
ReplyDeleteThis is a beautiful Easter poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Thank you Kathryn, Glenda, and Brenday Kay. Glenda, I dreamed about vampires last night! And the next dream had you and Nancy in it, and Nancy talked me into taking a puppy home with me and when I showed it to my daughter and husband, they said, no way, we have too many dogs, so in my dream I set about tracking down Nancy to give the dog back. It took a long time and I don't know if I ever found her..... so much for my poetic dreams!!!
ReplyDeleteWell, Kay, those wonderful poems of yours come from somewhere and I imagine you could make a poem from this weird dream.
ReplyDeleteFriends, family and frustration -- now that I can relate to.