Here are the facts as I know them-- The feet you hate are the feet you get So be it amen
And so be the case That every silly stitch of what you need Doesn't need you Not the shiny pennies in grass Surely not that heave ho over to there And not even someone smeary In fact too much of you is others
It's also hard to yell and cook at the same time But it's done the world over By lightning by witches by love
That's enough of this for now Except to say that The end smells Just like the beginning Here--take a sniff.
LIFE WITH A CANDLE
I want to marry this field Truly and simply With its wings curving the corners And its smoothness stunning my knees My heart is here far around me And there's humming and leaning-- Even the trifling breeze
I want this field for my living To vow to its edges That nothing comes true Without greening Nothing seems bold as my longings Except sloping Nothing wakes on my shoulder But rustling I hope the strangest hopes in this field Ever bending
From here I know that this much of my all is clear-- Before there were hills Or even eyes to up over There was a distance beyond us A long far away that can never be near There was wishing
I want to carry this field In my arms By its being and dust To a maybe that's certain So that our future flickers on grasses And our children wave from the clouds.
Hiram Larew's work has appeared in several poetry journals and he has received poetry awards such as the Louisiana Literature Poetry prize. He lives in Upper Marlboro, Maryland.
