firstfullmoon: Vievee Francis, “Another Antipastoral”[text ID: I want to put down what the mountain
firstfullmoon: Vievee Francis, “Another Antipastoral”[text ID: I want to put down what the mountain has awakened. / My mouthful of grass. / My curious tale. I want to stand still but find myself moved patch by patch. / There’s a bleat in my throat. Words fail me here. Can you understand? I sink to / my knees tired or not. I now know the ragweed from the goldenrod, and the blinding / beauty of green. Don’t you see? I am shedding my skins. I am a paper hive, a wolf spider, / the creeping ivy, the ache of a birch, a heifer, a doe. I have fallen from my dream / of progress: the clear-cut glass, the potted and balconied tree, the lemon-waxed / wood over a marbled pillar, into my own nocturne. The lullabies I had forgotten. / How could I know what slept inside? What would rend my fantasies to cud and up / from this belly’s wet straw-strewn field— / these soundings.] -- source link