vocabulary I
By Robin Blaser
let me get the vocabulary of this song
right—the curious happiness of poetry—
the word materialism dropped by the way
side—its mereness of the other face of
spiritualism—just two notes to sing—
repetitious dualism—do—do—once in a while
one squawks louder than the other, baby
crows being weaned before the next batch—
thus, singing, move from how it does matter—
Oh!—a murder of crows
1998
Copyright Credit: Robin Blaser, “vocabulary I” 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)