The Little Review (littlereview) wrote,
The Little Review

Poem for Tuesday and Anniversary

By Lisa Robertson

for Sara and Roy

The shore of the lake is gradual and drawn
With rivers threading into land
Then suddenly it’s all land
Now the land is dark
And you can’t distinguish it from the water
And the hot orange sun
Turns everything dark purple
Like a painting by Joan Mitchell

It is unknowable
It is knowable
It is a sum of these
It is not without birds and animals
He is very elegant and kind
Her intellectual complexion
It is a beautiful word
The flank of their poem goes to the lake
To enter sweet new time
Trees express the sky energetically
So do they
With all the rarity of tenderness
Like the place where the base of the vase touches earth
To speak into time deeply
All the animals lie down together
This is what they prefer
It is explicitly their preference
New roses happen
Their Latin pleats
Together they harbor the intimate excess of philosophy
Which loves gardens

Now admire their breadth
Every flower is inverted
And what the flower produces
Is unknown
You call this beauty
As a way to express care
Now call it wildrose

Wildrose is resourceful
Its geophysiology is vast
It threw runners
To make landbridge
It threw pollen
With voracious joy

Underground network of wildrose
Linking all the political lovers
And infinite breathing flesh
In each temporality experienced
Is resurgent insurrection
The form of life of wildrose
Is experiment in relationship
Also named Plex

Earth the tousled rosebed!
From which the brocaded and tarnishing yardgoods unfurl
Some of the bronze threads blackening
So that the ornate pattern is obscured
Like dusk in a borderless tableau
It glows from beneath
Now time ripples from beneath
Now they enter dusk’s happiness
Rosebed is the lovepoem

Belly and horizon!
Wildrose suckers freely from underground stems and roots
Forming dense colonies that run wild
This wedding names everyone wildrose.


Monday was my 29th wedding anniversary, though Paul and I had lots of extended family events so we didn't do any big romantic activities. Adam and Katherine landed from their overnight flight from San Francisco at an insanely early hour, went to College Park to sleep for a while, then met me at Starbucks for an EX raid (Adam caught me Deoxys but Katherine's, sadly, ran). Afterward we went to Goldberg's for bagels before Adam drove Katherine to the Metro and I came home to get some photos sorted.

When Paul got home, we met my parents at Not Your Average Joe's, where they took us out to dinner and talked to Adam about his trip. (He and Katherine believe they have found an apartment, though until their deposit has been accepted and contract signed, I'm not sure how official it is.) We watched the first episode of The Loudest Voice, the Russell-Crowe-as-Roger-Ailes series, in which Russell is good enough to creep me out to an extreme, then we Skyped Daniel with some help from cats:



2019-07-01 22.44.29A

2019-07-01 20.22.05

  • Greetings from Baltimore

    We spent Sunday in Baltimore, where the weather was gorgeous and, masks and social distancing aside, it almost felt like life before the plague. We…

  • Greetings from Sugarloaf

    Saturday was a gorgeous day, so after lunch we went on the Countryside Artisans spring tour, which is mostly outdoors and socially distanced -- we…

  • Poem for Saturday and Crab Apple Color

    Crab Apple Trees By Larry Schug I’m tempted to say these trees belong to me, take credit for blossoms that gather sunrise like stained glass…

  • Post a new comment


    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded