-
Calendars
- Wesleyan University Press
- Chapter
- Additional Information
24 calendars A poem in chants for four voices: Demeter Chorus Persephone Hades In the winding of the vine our voices stretch from us and twine — No,goingintothewaitingplaces isnoteasy.Flowersfadethere. around the year’s fermented wine — Mostly,it’ssurrenderofwanting, orthefearthataflamewillbedampened— orthateverythingwarmwillcomerushing overmewithreproach—orthatendless needlescouldberangedinthetunnel— orthatmybarefeetwouldbeslippery— Yellow. Fall roars down to the ground, loud, in the leafy sun that pours liquid through doors. Yellow, the leaves go down orthatonceI’mdowninthatdarkness someoneoutsidewillblockofftheentrance— Touchesofgoldstipplethebranches, promisingweeksoftime— 25 Thread with Me My lover, when you riddle with me— reddening slowly, then suddenly free, turned like a key Oh!thefallingflowershavecaughtme bydippingyellow,purpletowardsthehunger— —the hard, the intricate dark (I hear the notes of your words ring for me cool as the birds, my lover— through the long year’s fermenting wine herthinstemsturning,heldtobe—lost— my lover, when you thread with me Now you are uncurled and cover our eyes with the edge of winter sky, leaning over us in icy stars through this night-shot night- shotdark isnevereasy. Flowersfadehere. [18.226.93.207] Project MUSE (2024-04-24 02:04 GMT) 26 Voicespullmeonthroughthecavern fromthenewseason.Hervoiceold,silent— our hands, our breasts, our curves curl through our hands and ravel— Ondamplimestone,avioletcurling— my lover, when you riddle with me the hard, the intricate dark. Rackmewithcourage,spring, comekillme,flowers; if we are shadows, come; makemeourshadows asIreachforflowers. ...