Sunday, March 31, 2024

For My Friend Marjorie Perloff (1931-2024)

  

Elegy for Marjorie

 

I’ll talk as if neither of us are here,

leaves that cling or won’t fall,

fourth person in the dialogue.

 

When the body dissolves, a unity

forms around sand and leaves,

the very specific songs of remaining

 

words. In the absence of lyrics,

we make an assemblage of protests.

In a lyric of absence, we haul

 

a grammar across that landscaping.

Many meanings reduce to one

when we try to utter ‘development’.

 

Others will be having this conversation,

too. Now we’ve sorted the issue

of distance. Once. For all. And.

 

 

            John Kinsella

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