- Notes on Beauty: The Skull
In Turner’s Sun Settingover a Lake, the colors fuse
and bleed outof the imagined
body of water and sky.I believe this is
dumb substance,evolving or devolving,
the way my fatherused to love
the edge of woodsthat looked out on the fence
and pond. Here a day moonlay broken above
a plumage of black-eyedSusans. Or say
that moon was stoneand the grass was forever,
the way crowseach morning [End Page 131]
cry out their auguryfrom summer-thickened
leaves alive withmotion, and the mud
with its rank smellshas its divinations,
and at duskthe bats row
out of the willows,the old meditation
of moonlight scavengingaround us after dark,
sepulchral. Our father saidhe went there to be alone,
to watch the hemoglobintrucks moving past
on the distant highway,to hear not his family
but primitive birdssinging from the old
church cemetery,to watch, in winter,
a calligraphyof snow chalking [End Page 132]
the paper bircheslike a faint solder
of moonlight.And once he found
there a woodchuck’s skullhalf buried
in the earth,and he brought it
back to the house,washed it with
a hose, wrapped itin a box,
and presented itto our mother
for their finalanniversary.
I was therewhen she lifted it
into view—the moststrangely surprising
and beautiful giftI’d ever seen. [End Page 133]
Doug Ramspeck is the author of five poetry collections. His most recent book, Original Bodies, was selected for the Michael Waters Poetry Prize and is forthcoming from Southern Indiana Review Press. His poems have appeared in Slate, The Kenyon Review, and The Georgia Review. The recipient of an Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award, he teaches creative writing and directs the Writing Center at The Ohio State University at Lima.