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ALBERT GOLDBARTH<br />
or A. or Q. or T. or K. might think<br />
in our glib metaphors isn’t the point<br />
now anyway. And sometimes out my window, they say,<br />
there are storms that can drive a whole house apart.<br />
■<br />
I must have been standing in front of a scrap<br />
it desired, because the gull looped down<br />
in front of me, eye level—we were truly<br />
nose to beak—and, by some avian magic,<br />
hovered there immovably without needing<br />
to scull the air at all. One of us had<br />
to yield the way and, after some rapid thinking,<br />
it was me. I wasn’t out there to make<br />
a living; the gull had greater claim.<br />
■<br />
And Herschel saw “a magnitude of stars,<br />
in such array beyond our counting, I was lost there<br />
like a child in a strange land.” What we do is make of them<br />
a throne, a swan, a cup to dip with; even a dragon<br />
is something relatively familiar.<br />
On the intercoastal<br />
waterway, the surface can be calm enough to see<br />
the sky—the way a lover bends to the face<br />
of a lover, and sees a version<br />
of his own face there. That must be a thing we do<br />
for each other: make ourselves seem somewhat<br />
comprehensible.<br />
“The anus, the urethra, and the vagina<br />
were once called ‘the other face’: an appropriate name<br />
for mock eyes, noses, and mouths”<br />
(James Elkins). —Constellating<br />
the terrifying and wondrous into something we know.<br />
■<br />
Ooo yumyum, food. Ooo, zero-in, food.<br />
You have to live around them a while<br />
to truly understand the etymology:<br />
gull: gullet.<br />
29 <strong>Beloit</strong> <strong>Poetry</strong> <strong>Journal</strong> Fall 2002