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Around the Block of the World
- Prairie Schooner
- University of Nebraska Press
- Volume 79, Number 1, Spring 2005
- pp. 141-142
- 10.1353/psg.2005.0002
- Article
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Prairie Schooner 79.1 (2005) 141-142
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Around the Block of the World
Veronica Patterson
I
A story is being told to hold off pain,
the listener thin, pale, a slight smileon her lips. The story could be
about anything broken: a wall in a certain city,the day you came home from the hospital
to this street, to all the years we walkedaround and around the block. It was summer. Or leaves fell
on the children who had followed us. Laughing,hiding in hedges. As we were saying
something about desire or renunciationOnce when I asked if there were anything else
I could do, you said, "Can you heal me?"II
This isn't, whatever you think, a cousin of pity.
It is a happiness or resembles one we often hadwords in our air we taste them suspicious of pleasure
then finding it [End Page 141]Finches in the garden thistle lovers now the cosmos
is tall the light is movingand stippled, cautious coming to you with its shadows.
Outside, something flashes. Your new cane holding sun? A leaf?A message? As we walk, you tell me something to tell him,
after you - "But not right away."III
All afternoon clouds pile toward,
but then move past. Your eyes growlarger. Later, a dream wakes me with the words
bear your form I'm tryingto find something to close off, to despise,
something to balance the landscape openingin your eyes, but despise means
not to look at and it's too late.I look and look. I keep, though I don't know what -
watch? time? Last night, in sleep,I walled you in a garden, but you said
"I can't see you," so I cut a window.You wanted a door. "I don't know," I said. You said,
"I want to be in the world.""It's so expensive," I said, in my tending, intending to -
"So dear," you agree, as we walked slowly around one block of it.
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