Wednesday, September 13, 2023

"Red Lilies" by Barbara Guest

Red Lilies


Someone has remembered to dry the dishes;
they have taken the accident out of the stove.
Afterward lilies for supper; there
the lines in front of the window
are rubbed on the table of stone

The paper flies up
then down as the wind
repeats. repeats its birdsong.

Those arms under the pillow
the burrowing arms they cleave
as night as the tug kneads water
calling themselves branches



The tree is you
the blanket is what warms it
snow erupts from thistle;
the snow pours out of you.

A cold hand on the dishes
placing a saucer inside

her who undressed for supper
gliding that hair to the snow

The pilot light
went out on the stove

The paper folded like a napkin
other wings flew into the stone.


Source of the text - Barbara Guest, Selected Poems.  Los Angeles: Sun & Moon Press, 1995, pages 53-54.

TJB: Polysemous supper. In this poem constructed of simple, cheerfully-stated, clear-seeming statements & slant rhyme, uncertain metaphors emerge.
 
 
 

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