By Brenda Hillman
—kept losing self control
but how could one lose the self
after reading so much literary theory?
The shorter “i” stood under the cork trees,
the taller “I” remained rather passive;
the brendas were angry at the greed, angry
that the trees would die, had lost interest
in the posturing of the privileged,
the gaps between can’t & won’t…
Stood outside the gate of permissible
sound & the wind came soughing
through the doubt debris
(soughing comes from swāgh—to resound…
echo actually comes from this also—)
we thought of old Hegel across
the sea—the Weltgeist—& clouds
went by like the bones of a Kleenex…
it’s too late for countries
but it’s not too late for trees…
& the wind kept soughing
with its sound sash, wind with
its sound sash, increasing
bold wind with its sound sash,
increasing bold—
"Angrily Standing Outside in the Wind" from Extra Hidden Life, among the Days © 2018 by Brenda Hillman. Published by permission of Wesleyan University Press. Used by permission.
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