Loss has verbs in its pockets.
X was
and now isn’t.
Y notices
that X was and now isn’t.
X was here, now X is gone.
Loss is sly ownership.
Absence rings, tapped crystal.
Loss sings the rim.
X lost Y, X feels lost.
Loss has no appetite.
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
I love "it is sly ownership," to say nothing of "has verbs in its pocket" (one can well imagine which!) but am less sure about the last line, John.
Posted by: Susan M. Schultz | February 24, 2009 at 10:12 AM
I am also not sure about it. I've fumbled around with it I think mostly cuz it has some sort of ending weight, but I don't think that is necessary. Will play with it more, thanks much for your comments.
Posted by: John Emil Vincent | February 24, 2009 at 10:45 AM
I actually like the last line. When the loss is gone, what is there? I can see removing the "only" though.
Posted by: Stacey | February 24, 2009 at 10:55 AM
I hope this keeps some of the last line's closural heft and gets rid of its over-enunciation and -reaching.
Thank you Susan and Stacey for superb guidance. Dunno I've ever had such smart and quick help on a piece!
Posted by: John Emil Vincent | February 24, 2009 at 11:32 AM
Some line breaks seem necessary, but at the moment, I'm just glad, Susan, you've lead me to a final line I like.
Posted by: John Emil Vincent | February 24, 2009 at 12:42 PM
Loss lost its appetite? Getting closer, I think.
Posted by: Susan M. Schultz | February 24, 2009 at 01:13 PM
loss has no appetite is perfect for this reader.
just read this poem out loud to a student in office hours - without having read it at all. moved us both deeply, caught us both by surprise - rare moment of intimacy in the office, like being licked by a cat...
Posted by: jennifer doyle | February 24, 2009 at 01:37 PM
Jennifer,
you make it all worth it.
john
Posted by: John Emil Vincent | February 24, 2009 at 02:37 PM
Stacey,
thanks for help with the "only," it was key to really revising the thing.
merci
john
Posted by: John Emil Vincent | February 24, 2009 at 02:39 PM
Yes, your version is best!
Posted by: Susan M. Schultz | February 24, 2009 at 09:42 PM
Glad to help John. I like the revisions. I'm curious about the title of this post though. Is the poem going to be part of a Jennie Holzer installation? If yes, when?
Posted by: Stacey | February 27, 2009 at 06:36 AM
Hi there,
no, but if I wish hard enough.. the title was meant to suggest the poem's owed debt to a timing and kind of statement Holzer is so great with. To acknowledge the debt, but now that I think about it, it may be far too misleading to be useful as a title.
Posted by: John Emil Vincent | February 27, 2009 at 07:53 AM