Friday, January 7, 2011

Elegy on Toy Piano


You don't need a pony 
to connect you to the unseeable 
or an airplane to connect you to the sky. 

Necessary it is to love to live 
and there are many manuals 
but in all important ways 
one is on one's own. 

You need not cut off your hand. 
No need to eat a bouquet. 
Your head becomes a peach pit. 
Your tongue a honeycomb. 

Necessary it is to live to love, 
to charge into the burning tower 
then charge back out 
and necessary it is to die. 
Even for the trees, even for the pony 
connecting you to what can't be grasped. 

The injured gazelle falls behind the 
herd. One last wild enjambment. 

Because of the sores in his mouth, 
the great poet struggles with a dumpling. 
His work has enlarged the world 
but the world is about to stop including him. 
He is the tower the world runs out of. 

When something becomes ash, 
there's nothing you can do to turn it back. 
About this, even diamonds do not lie.

~ Dean Young


Rebel Girl said...

~with thanks to you, too.

Thanks for reading.