The Carpathians - University of British Columbia
The Carpathians - University of British Columbia
The Carpathians - University of British Columbia
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I could think it the mind's warm mine<br />
digging through odours and movement<br />
for veins <strong>of</strong> scarlet porphyry.<br />
Excavating the light there<br />
(it emanates from darkness)<br />
is like finding the rich<br />
but only among the poor,<br />
like equating work with<br />
remorseless destruction,<br />
a kind <strong>of</strong> changelessness for me—<br />
the more I think <strong>of</strong> it<br />
the more I understand<br />
nothing at all.<br />
P a t r i c k<br />
L a n e<br />
Wysteria<br />
You say wysteria and something plunders you, a mouth<br />
heavy with blue as if it had spent the morning eating<br />
grapes<br />
or the heavy black cherries <strong>of</strong> childhood you picked<br />
wild in the alien orchards <strong>of</strong> the desert hills. Words<br />
come flowering, myriad<br />
as if they grew in clusters on your tongue, as if<br />
you were speaking to the grandmother<br />
you never knew who they say sat<br />
strapped in the chair for the last years <strong>of</strong> her life<br />
asking for fruit from a tree that wasn't there.<br />
Hers was a kind <strong>of</strong> frailty, tough and trembling,<br />
like a scant branch you think if you take<br />
will break. It can be like that if you want.<br />
She wanted fruit for the pies they wouldn't let her make.<br />
A trembling, as wysteria, or hands when you are still<br />
a child that reach farther than they can to plunder