The Stories
By Robin Blaser
our suppers stunned on the table
hold radios
hold
flasks of sound,
sharp intensities
bottled up for a time
I taste your imagination, authors,
and place it among cotton trees
whose white stuff perches,
cousins of the air
if the manner could be political
the high walls protect against disgust
the lady of blue glass
joined by
Pierrot, a griffin, papers, books,
the chilled correspondence, and
another woman whose futurist shape
suggests lines of the wind
on my desk
to awaken
the traffic would have to run into the radio
Copyright Credit: Robin Blaser, “The Stories” from The Holy Forest: Collected Poems of Robin Blaser. Copyright © 2006 by Robin Blaser. Reprinted by permission of University of California Press.
Source: The Holy Forest: Collected Poems of Robin Blaser (University of California Press, 2006)