Three Poems by Ken Pobo | ||
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Clear Cutting A forest walkwe find a stride, smell last winter on dead leaves. Trees block some sky but the sun, on gold stilts, walks in clearings. Driving home we pass stumps, busted branches. A forest gutted. Ghosts of pines and birches search for where they left their roots.
"sweet, especial rural scene"
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Hopkins walks to meet
trees. God,
his comfort and agony,
but trees have bark,
a more tangible
mercy.
Away from the city,
his poplars grow
across centuries,
contralto leaves singing
with an alto wind.
When he arrives,
he finds stumps,
a space
for buildings to fill,
poplars
dead of cash. He
returns to a ragged
solitude remembering
rest they gave,
writes a poem for
each lost leaf,
his drawer
stuffed
with poetry, with grief.
A Tree Calls You
but you're unlisted. Your life's
you, not long distancejust
you names birds call you in
her still voice again--the tree,
Ken Pobo is a regular contributor to ForPoetry.com. Click here to read about Ken Pobo's books and publications. "Clear-Cutting" first appeared in Mid-American Review, "sweet, especial rural scene" first appeared in Atlanta Review and "A Tree Calls You first appeared in Illuminations and was republished in his book, Ordering: A Season in my Garden.
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