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The Complete Poems of A R Ammons, Volume 2

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by A. R. Ammons


  lane, rust streaks out of the sides of mountains, field manure;

  10strangeness, terrifying interest are born many ways, come into

  _________

  your life, dixie bandits in your grocery bags, parasites, maybe

  tropical, in dixie bandits’ bellies: fungus: the outside crumbles in:

  you come in from pulling up weeds and strive to grind the green

  stain from your fingers, but what traces have you left in turning

  15on the faucet: traces will spread, hand to hand, person to

  person, vein-out into scary leavings: where, in a vagueness worse

  than mist, will it all finally play out as separate molecules,

  the dose down to neutrality: I, personally, used to thank God

  for the two oceans, one air, one water, the two gigantic

  20diffusers, because, I thought, we the people won’t make enough stuff

  too concentrated for the great oceans’ mellowing: but, now,

  I don’t know who to thank, the oceans having turned milkish:

  I suppose we’ll have to iron out, or ironize, a place in our heads

  we imagine stark pure and take whatever comfort we can find

  25residing there: if not a place, then a quality, such as a hum,

  a dull constancy, a sermon on semblance, imitating everlastingness,

  an effect 80-proof oblivion: might as well keep still with that,

  a doldrummed acre among pitching mounds: distance refines: boulders

  far off are whiffy-iffy: and tumultuous arisings in the present lean

  30away into fine lines of consistency way away: the smoothest skin

  is, up close, mountainous—dry gulch and gullywasher:

  addling instants ease off with time: but old things recalled,

  brought back, shed reconciliations and bubble us again: I ne’er

  do well except doing ne’er-do-welling well: level’s level both ways.

  1985 (1987)

  Motion Which Disestablishes Organizes Everything

  William James (The Varieties of Religious Experience, p. 84) is to be

  commended for penning one of our finest recommendations for the bright outlook:

  he was so miserable himself he knew how to put a fine point on the exact

  prescription: he knew that anybody who knows anything about human

  5existence knows it can be heavy; in fact, it can be so heavy it can undo

  its own heaviness, the knees can crumple, the breath and heart beat,

  not to mention the bowels, can become irregular, etc.: but the world,

  William knew, sardonic and skeptical, can characterize sufferers of such

  symptoms malingering wimps, a heaviness not to be welcomed by a person who

  10like me feels like one of those: weight begets weight and nature works as well

  (and mindlessly) down as up; you have to put English of your own into

  the act misleading the way into lightenings: brightness, however

  desirable, is a losing battle, though, and James knew it can be depended on

  more often than not that folks won’t have spare brightnesses on them every

  15morning that they want your heaviness to cost them: so, in general, if

  someone asks how you are, no matter how you are, say something nice: say,

  “fine,” or “marvelous morning,” and, this way, hell gradually notches up

  toward paradise, a misconstruction many conspire to forward because

  _________

  nearly all, maybe all, prefer one to the other: oppositions make things costly:

  20crooked teeth encourage the symmetry of braces but as soon as everybody’s

  teeth are perfect, crooked teeth misalign: something is always working

  the other way: if you let the other way go, you get more in Dutch for

  while the other way at first may constitute an alternative mainstream,

  pretty soon it breaks up into dispersive tributaries and splinters a

  25rondure of fine points into branches and brooklets till it becomes

  impossible to get a hold on it, a river system running backwards:

  be bright: that is a wish that can be stable: you can always think of

  happiness because it’s wished right out of any rubbings with reality, so

  you can keep the picture pure and steady: I always imagine a hillock,

  30about as much as I can get up these days, with a lovely shade tree and under

  the tree this beautiful girl, unnervingly young, who projects golden

  worlds: this scene attracts me so much that even though I’m a little

  scared by it it feels enlivening, a rosy, sweet enlivening: poets

  can always prevent our hubris, reminding us how the coffin slats peel

  35cloth and crack in, how the onset of time strikes at birth, how love falters,

  how past the past is, how the eyes of hungry children feed the flies.

  1985 (1987)

  Forerunners

  A leaf, loose

  in spring thaw,

  skitters

  _________

  over peppery snow-holds

  5and slips

  on its spine down

  the blacktop,

  the wind

  underlofting it,

  10like rapids under

  a skiff: it’s merry:

  spring is going

  to come again:

  dead leaves

  15scratch

  out the news first,

  while

  the real

  spring’s lily shoots,

  20tipped green,

  lie packed in ice.

  (1987)

  Slights of Sight

  In moderate calm one

  waits to see which

  leaf on the maple will

  go next:

  5the leaves are yellow,

  green-ribbed yellow, and

  _________

  green: not a green

  one next, surely:

  and not a green-ribbed

  10one, either, unless

  a local twist

  knots the breeze:

  there goes one,

  yellow, likely, a

  15foot into fall, the letting go

  too unexpected to catch,

  the absence on the

  branch hardly to be found.

  1974 (1987)

  Rosalie

  My pretty cousin, the hairdresser,

  died at thirty, her belly

  bigger than a prize pumpkin

  but not with anything welcome

  5on earth: she twisted because

  she wanted the thing lifted out

  of her, but it was heavier

  than she was and more securely

  hers than she was the world’s:

  10she said waking up from the shots

  the scriptures were

  true because she’d just seen

  _________

  paradise:

  I’d ridden my bicycle over to see

  15her, frogs clunking in along

  the brimming ditches by

  the pinewoods, green stuff

  piling up scumfloats

  on the marsh water, and I thought

  20how fine paradise must be:

  for her anything earthless would do.

  1985 (1988)

  Generally Clear with Scattered Slippery Spots

  When consistency forms a current

  and drags, as by eddies and

  swirls, practically

  everything with it, there will

  5still be those heisted bedraggled

  on the shore or staring off

  as at a comet the other way and

  there, if the consistency

  was not ours, will we bestow

  10our remnant hope—till our

  possibility be dashed or posed:

  thank
goodness, the majority

  sometimes stalls and dries up,

  sweet uncertainty having

  15cut its supply back, so that

  then the minorities—even,

  as in my case, one of one—can

  kickdust through

  _________

  observing the ruins with the

  20special pleasures of abandon’s

  retribution: the mixtures!

  how generous even when they let

  the big stuff get by & take place:

  if you’re mine, I’m yours, why worry.

  1982 (1988)

  Saving Account

  They say the best way to be saved is to know

  you’re lost right from the start: that way you don’t

  spend your days in the servitude of false hope

  and act crazy, or waste your time waiting on

  5corners for a bus nobody drives: when you know

  you’re lost, making the most of that acquires

  cutting meaning—you can have what there is to have

  and let it go when it’s over; but

  if you build elaborate structures on earth to

  10house eternal volitions or accumulated virtues, you live

  in bogus safeguard and in terror

  of time’s subtlest key: how far I’ve gotten

  is to think it undecided still, the matter

  staved off, possible still to go

  15the saving way: I have that edge to eliminate:

  so far, I allow a slit just before the end where

  exhilarated by the distraction of going down, I

  will be able to endure going, cosy and

  _________

  costless till then, forget it: but if I improve,

  20the slit will become a ditch that will become a gap

  and rush at me with the abyss: then I’ll be truly

  found: my motions thereafter will be within

  the proper scale and stance and everything I love

  will burn ashen in the brightness of the usual destruction.

  (1988)

  Spot Check

  The least boring way

  for a remaining thing

  to remain (one

  doesn’t want the too-lordly

  5unbudging radiant glob

  or globe)

  is to keep changing,

  not essentially but

  in aspect, degree,

  10proportion or weight,

  the mix so mixed one

  never sees clear parameters

  or the constant immovable

  surrounding, the jail

  15where change

  is as illusory

  as freedom: belief,

  like spitting in the water,

  makes a center anywhere.

  (1988)

  Commissary

  What sort of person in

  drought puts a saucer of water out

  for hornets: maybe

  their placid pulsing

  5at drink

  allures and dreams him:

  maybe he needs to appease bees, too,

  or wasps or

  those glimmery little fellows

  10too small to name:

  or he’s seen a hornet

  snip a silk-hung worm

  from the air under a bough

  and liked the address:

  15I’d as lief

  watch a day lily sway:

  I don’t have a thing for

  porcelain or stings:

  but it’s okay with me:

  20anything you starve is food,

  anything you feed kills.

  1973 (1988)

  Time after Time

  A colleague dies and is cremated,

  and I drive by his place to see if

  any leftover genius sways the

  pines, wraps a drain,

  5or drifts, schooled as fog,

  through boughs, but

  _________

  the pointy fence, the driveway

  register absence, not the man,

  this fellow lately sharp on Speroni

  10Speroni or local birds no longer in the

  universe, so much less at home: but

  I remember his recent, slender book

  of poems and find in the library

  his voice sounding like

  15the memory of the mortal one

  though with more definition

  than morning coffee breaks allowed,

  his sound more centrally himself, now,

  than in the distractions and

  20dailinesses of when he was here.

  (1988)

  The Surprise of an Ending

  A system of necessity much elaborated

  becomes allowance’s very possibility:

  when on a clear day a flurry billows

  through can the snowflakes mingling in

  5breezy contours be out on anything but occasion,

  points brought fine on the casual: and

  if a twig, bark-fleck, catches

  a fluff-bit (so many form differently approximately

  the same in it) out of motion, clamping still,

  10doesn’t that soft touch jar breath:

  is freedom more real than freedom’s illusions:

  can the wind unwind knots into

  waving strands or can it skirt free, the streaks

  brightening white-edged, bruising back into melt:

  15can the gray energy of the ineluctable,

  boiling brimstone, sufficiently bear light?

  1983 (1988)

  Work Notes

  1

  put

  your foot in finework:

  do flowers with a

  housepaint brush:

  5subtlety will like

  ice-filigree crunch,

  give, nabs

  of imposition dissolving

  to the new

  10possibility

  2

  observe somewhere

  fine edging

  and you won’t

  need to

  15everywhere or elsewhere

  3

  a color become

  predominant

  can, extended to

  the limit,

  20recede:

  the dominant

  subsumed into background,

  a flick of color

  takes the eye

  4

  25instability

  provides the motion, stir;

  imbalance, the procedure:

  composition just catches

  the rondures still

  5

  30on photography—

  painting also takes

  a picture

  not there

  6

  do

  35a thing, its opposite

  takes place:

  distortion

  straightens and

  breadth fines

  40lines: brightness

  darkens

  (1988)

  Castaways

  One goes for speech to the hill-line because it doesn’t speak:

  the sun eases down behind the hill-line, and turquoise

  and vermilion well up from the sinking, spreading west-wide,

  _________

  north to south—such a radiant darkening—but the welling,

  5from indifference, is indifferent, and the whole of one’s presence

  is allowed without exception or reproof to be present there:

  and no damning imperatives take shape in any language in the

  clouds: the stars, planets appearing say nothing but

  permit the full disclosure of one’s own projections unrevised:

  10happy nature, we call it, that lets us meet it all the way,

  love everything we can about it and ourselves, including our

  indifference: the human face can cut one back, diminish one

  to known predispositions, so that one c
omes to hear human

  speech as hardly more than a drift of oneself: where there is

  15much difference, one longs to be gone to allowance so wide

  it fills the whole range: where the strictured human face dims

  dimmer than stone, its voice, scorn, its speech shearing

  away the wrong differences—a face to dream indifference from.

  (1989)

  Settlements

  Frail houses for quake zones every time

  (a house built to

  last can shatter—not the giving of the willow-withe’s

  slender permanence)

  5and from

 

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