James Dickey: The Selected Poems

Drinking from a Helmet

DRINKING FROMA HELMET I I climbed out, tired ofwaiting For my foxhole to turn in the earth On its side or its back for a grave, And got in line Somewhere in the roaring ofdust. Every tree on the island was nowhere, Blasted away. II In the middle ofcombat, a graveyard Was advancing after the troops With laths and balls ofstring; Grass already tinged it with order. Between the new graves and the foxholes A green water-truck stalled out. I moved up on it, behind The hill that cut off the firing. III My turn, and I shoved forward A helmet I picked from the ground, Not daring to take mine off Where somebody else may have come Loose from the steel ofhis head. IV Keeping the foxhole doubled In my body and begging For water, safety, and air, I drew water out of the truckside As ifdreaming the helmet full. In my hands, the sun Came on in a feathery light. Helmets 61 62 V In midair, water trimming To my skinny dog-faced look Showed my life's first all-out beard Growing wildly, escaping from childhood, Like the beards of the dead, all now Underfoot beginning to grow. Selected ripples rove through it, Knocked loose with a touch from all sides Ofa brain killed early that morning, Most likely, and now In its absence holding My sealed, sunny image from harm, Weighing down my hands, Shipping at the edges, Too heavy on one side, then the other. VI I drank, with the timing of rust. A vast military wedding Somewhere advanced one step. VII All around, equipment drifting in light, Men drinking like cattle and bushes, Cans, leather, canvas and riRes, Grass pouring down from the sun And up from the ground. Grass: and the summer advances Invisibly into the tropics. Wind, and the summer shivers Through many men standing or lying In the GI gardener's hand Spreading and turning green Allover the hill. VIII At the middle ofwater Bright circles dawned inward and outward Like oak rings surviving the tree As its soul, or like The concentric gold spirit oftime. I kept trembling forward through something Just born of me. IX My nearly dead power to pray Like an army increased and assembled, As when, in a harvest ofsparks, The helmet leapt from the furnace And clamped itself On the heads ofa billion men. Some words directed to Heaven Went through all the strings ofthe graveyard Like a message that someone sneaked in, Tapping a telegraph key At dead of night, then running For his life. X I swayed, as ifkissed in the brain. Above the shelled palm-stumps I saw How the tops ofhuge trees might be moved In a place in my own country I never had seen in my life. In the closed dazzle ofmy mouth I fought with a word in the water To calion the dead to strain Their muscles to get up and go there. I felt the difference between Sweat and tears when they rise, Both trying to melt the brow down. XI On even the first day ofdeath The dead cannot rise up, Helmets 63 But their last thought hovers somewhere For whoever finds it. My uninjured face floated strangely In the rings ofa bodiless tree. Among them, also, a final Idea lived, waiting As in Ariel's limbed, growing jail. XII I stood as though I possessed A cool, trembling man Exactly my size, swallowed whole. Leather swung at his waist, Web-cord, buckles, and metal, Crouching over the dead Where they waited for all their hands To be connected like grass-roots. XIII In the brown half-life of my beard The hair stood up Like the awed hair lifting the back Ofa dog that has eaten a swan. Now light like this Staring into my face Was the first thing around me at birth. Be no more killed, it said. XIV The wind in the grass Moved gently in secret flocks, Then spread to be Nothing, just where they were. In delight's Whole shining condition and risk, I could see how my body might come To be imagined by something That thought ofit only for joy. xv Fresh sweat and unbearable tears Drawn up by my feet from the field Between my eyebrows became One thing at last, And I could cry without hiding. The world dissolved into gold; I could have stepped up into air. I drank and finished Like tasting...