Knopf 2014
Saturday, September 22, 2018
BRENDA HILLMAN ~
Street Corner
There was an angle
where I went for
centuries not as a
self or feature but
exhaled as a knowing
brick tradesmen engineered for
blunt or close recall;
soundly there, meanings grew
past a second terror
finding their way as
evenings, hearing the peppermint
noise of sparrows landing
like spare dreams of
citizens where abstraction and
the real could merge.
We had crossed the
red forest; we had
recognized a weird lodge.
We could have said
song outlasts poetry, words
are breath bricks to
support the guards singing
project. We could have
meant song outlasts poetry.
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Brenda Hillman
Pieces of Air in the Epic
Wesleyan 2005
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