11 April 2010

Cole Swenson

[from Cole Swenson, The Book of a Hundred Hands, University of Iowa, 2005]

Traveling

As it carves its world
from the aerodrome of nerve and dream, additional dimensions and
     projections
of the thing, enormous, internal
and verdant
becomes this
                         acreage paced, this mile after mile
that the hand each day travels as it waves,
or covers a yawn, or sweeps, or puts down
a baton. The orchestra conductor wears an odometer
instead of a watch.

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