What the Body Gives, Gravity Takes (Cento)
As if what we wanted
were not the thing
that falls,
as what was given
to answer ourselves with – air
moving, a stone
on a stone,
something balanced momentarily.
Or wheels turning,
spinning, spinning.
The waters would suffer
at being waves,
but nothing of their dream
takes place,
nothing that is complete
breathes. But the world
is peopled with objects.
You grow smaller,
smaller, and always
heavier.
You can think of nothing else.
Credits:
Jane Hirshfield, Gustaf Sobin, George Oppen, Joy Harjo, Alberto de Lacerda, Jacques Dupin, Francis Ponge, Denise Levertov, Jacques Roubaud.
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“What the Body Gives, Gravity Takes” appeared in Issue Four of Long Exposure, in October 2016.
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This poem lifts the weight of gravity.
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Thank you, Sabrina.
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the sort of stupa pictured above is common in Korea, the beach near me, has hundreds of these stupas made with scoria stones, which get reassembled by the perpetually altering flock of tourists. they should be composed of 8 stones, one stone for each of the Eightfold Noble Path.
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I learn something every day, Daniel. Thank you!
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my pleasure as always Robert.
not usually one for this, but have a read of my latest essay, need some encouragement on it, as i am a little unsure as to whether i went too far this time.
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I will, Daniel. I’m out of town, for a reading, but will catch up later this weekend.
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good luck with that. get a Youtube video up, would love to see you read again.
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I don’t believe it was recorded, but I enjoyed the experience. Reading to an appreciative audience is quite the change from reading to my dogs, who generally sleep through it.
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glad it went well Robert.
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Tho I am usually loath to leave the calm and comfort of my home, it was an enjoyable evening. There’s something to be said for subduing one’s inner hermit on occasion.
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I’ve been playing hermit so long i long for outside interference nowadays. Can’t complain: i get lots of writing done.
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Ha! You are so right. If I stepped out more often, I’d lose much writing time, and I fought so long to achieve this hermit state!
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Nobody likes a quitter.
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Ah, yes,, tell me about it. Who really knew that at age 83 I’d appear to weigh so much đŸ™‚
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Damn that gravity!
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love this
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Thanks, Nyx. Much appreciated.
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You’re welcome Robert
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Reblogged this on Jerri Perri.
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Thank you for reblogging, Jerry.
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This conjures relativity. Definitely worth recording and posting as audio.
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I’ll do that. Thanks for the suggestion.
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Great! And thank you in advance. It felt a little nervy asking.
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Hey, I’m pleased you asked.
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Very nice poem, Robert.
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Thanks, Randy!
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Left in suspense by entanglement and equilibrium, never to solve the mystery of which came first, the rise or the fall.
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Except with me. I generally fall before rising. But then I’m clumsy. đŸ™‚
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If I stepped out more often, I’d lose much writing time, and I fought so long to achieve this hermit state! Thanks, Randy!
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