Words for Wednesday

The Hard Structure of the World
~ Richard Eberhart
Is made up of reservoirs,
Birds flying South, mailmen
Snow falling or rain falling,
Railmen, Howard Johnson and airmen
Birds of Paradise
Silk lined caskets
Prize poems and guitars,
Beatitudes and bestiaries,
Children taught contemporary manners,
Time taking time away
With a haymaker or a sleigh,
Hope always belaboring despair.
Form is a jostle, a throstle,
Life a slice of sleight,
Indians are looking out from the
Cheekbones of Connecticut Yankees,
Poltergeists deploy northward
To tinderboxes in cupboards in Maine,
The last chock knocked, the vessel
Would not go down the Damariscotta
Until the sick captain’s four-poster,
Moved to the window by four oldsters
Gave him a sight of her, and
He gave her a beautiful sign,
And there was the witch of Nobleboro
Who confounded the native farmers
Who, having lost the plow-bolt
Right at their feet, found it
Concealed in her apron: she laughed,
And made the earth fecund again.
The hard structure of the world,
The world structure of illusion.
From seeing too much of the world
We do not understand it.
There is something unknown in knowing.
Unfaith is what keeps faith going.
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