adam and noah and goose
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Whatsoever Adam called every living creature, that was the name thereof.
—Genesis
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into my head, by twos, came the creeping things,
the horn of their jawbones shining, and the things of the air,
wing-cases breaking like clasp knives, asking their names.
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with an animal imminence.
They wheeled
on the pile of their plumage, in the dread of their animal being,
and rode in the ark of my head
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worked like a sea.
Nothing was given me there. Nothing was known.
Feather and scale,
concussions of muscle and fur,
the whale
and the name for the whale
rose on the void
like a waterspout,
being, and ceasing to be:
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wood-weasel, stingray, cormorant, mole—
choosing the syllables,
holding a leaf to the torrent,
unharmed and infallible, while Creation descended, in twos.
Ben Belitt
Ben Belitt, “Second Adam” from The Enemy Joy (Chicago: The University of Chicago Press, 1964). Source: Poetry (January 1964).
Labels: Ben Belitt, carl moser, e boyd smith, Fukazawa Shozo, J.Vachal, L. Leslie Brooke, poetry, ww denslow
5 Comments:
fantastic post.
Fun! I think I've seen that last illustration before. Is it a children's book? I may have had it as a child.
thank you paul, and welcome.
it's mother goose, willow. did you have this wonderful version?
What a colourful post! I loved it!
thank you so much, margaret. i love the noah colors.
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