• 2008-02-03

    poetic appreciation



    Well,poem again.It's a little piece from the New Yorker Magazine,entitled "seeing whales",by Michael Dickman,which I so much enjoy savoring.

    I find the highlighted part especially poetic and lovable and beautiful...


    And here it is,the marvelous


    Seeing Whales

    by Michael Dickman          (courtesy New Yorker Magazine)


    ... waiting


    Unbelievable quiet

    except for their



    Moving the sea around


    Unbelievable quiet inside you, as they change

    the face of water


    The only other time I felt this still was watching Leif shoot up when we were



    Sunlight all over his face



    the surface of something

    I couldn’t see


    You can wait your

    whole life




    The Himalayas are on the move, appearing and disappearing in the snow in

          the Himalayas



    begins to fill

    the half-dead auditorium

    giant step by

    giant step


    The Colorado

    The Snake

    The Salmon


    My grandfather walks across the front porch

    spotted with cancer, smoking

    a black cigar


    The whales fold themselves back and back inside the long hallways of salt


    You have to stare back at the salt

    the sliding mirrors

    all day


    just to see something



    for the last time




    By now they are asleep

    some are asleep

    on the bottom of the world

    sucking the world in

    and blowing it out

    in wave-



    Radiant ghosts


    Leif laid his head back on a pillow and waited for all the blood inside him

          to flush down a hole


    After seeing whales what do you see?


    The hills behind the freeway


    power lines


    green, green



    the green sea