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In the Wake, and: Through the Barn Door, and: A Dream in Wartime
- Prairie Schooner
- University of Nebraska Press
- Volume 78, Number 4, Winter 2004
- pp. 184-187
- 10.1353/psg.2004.0188
- Article
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Prairie Schooner 78.4 (2004) 184-187
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Three Poems
David Williams
In the Wake
Remembering lowering
September 22, 2001
coffins we passslings beneath
dense posts, dense beams [End Page 184]the carpenter signed
precisely with mortiseand tenon (last night's
rain in the hollows)and left us unskilled
amateurs, love, tolift, haul, fit,
then tap together,and peg by lumber's
give and tough grain,and raise into
a barn frame,square and plumb
beneath reeling stars.
Through the Barn Door
At this hour,
sky and swallows
take up each
other's colors.In this light,
tiny feathers
fan open the
substance of heaven.*
Too diffused for new leaves to hold
after sundown, wide heaven's fine
as this swallow's breast. In the big dark barn,
Elena leans to scrappy, peepingchicks pecking feed and dust,
her face by the incubator light
a tawny moon, her eyes
my reckoning stars.*
Swallows dart through the
barn as if it's all
sky. What shelters us,and shelters in us,
and flies on throughsure as stars, when we're
long gone
and the barn falls down? [End Page 186]
A Dream in Wartime
Nothing is plumb
but the child
who, dangling, climbs
into the wellto patch the cracked,
shifted, settled
circle of cut,
fitted stones,and even while random
blasts overhead
punch lung, gut,
drum marrow,set off tremors
in every limb,
light the optic
nerve like a fuse,stun the inner
ear's subtleties,
panic heartbeat
to ragged thread,still waits to be
hauled up by those
who refuse to
let go of the rope.
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