Surely, You Shall Hear from Seventy-five more Sainte-Beuves

[jeff harrison]

a well well 
well to all, 
especially 
those who 
crouched 
behind 
tiers of horse hair - 
(remind me to finally 
write my poem "The 
77 Books of Hair", where 
books of hair, 77 in #, are 
bales of hair like hay bales) 
over 3/4ths of all possible (well, 
all plausible) Charles Augustin 
Sainte-Beuves in the shapes of 
penalty flags, overtures, ospreys, 
billiard tables, Wormsworks, 
all shedding the savor 
of grave-laborers' 
sunlight shuffle, 
mischief, "&", hence, 
all in the lake, I mean 
all behind those tiers, 
could partake 
of that equine cake 
especially 
those who're 
crouched 
behind 
whistles, 
pages, I 
mean, ok, 
pages AND 
whistles 
and the 
pages (of 
wands, cups, 
swords, and 
pentacles) 
motion 
wind (to rain 
our fences) from 
(and to rain our 
saddles) the 
song stories, 
and dirt meat... 
("of your Virginia, 
I really wanted 
to meet her, 
but the price 
of dirt went up 
& it hasn't got 
any cheap-er") 
... breaths, block- 
tossing, quakes of 
light, those whistles 
and pages, and O 
my ungainly horse! will 
certainly follow, quiet, quiet, horse, 
keep my visit cut in the neck, 
horse, with soaked saddle, O here's 


one Sainte-Beuve: 

ought the silence of the horse's 
steps be silent? when a hot answer 
would surely buy respect? 



one more Sainte-Beuve (the one 
who spoke of the price of dirt): 

explain now your voice, horse, 
an opportunity known is bought 



today rain is seen as spent rhythm 
its ways comfort the ma'am system 
(an opportunity known is spent, already) 


look, the horse enjoys that the Poem 
Committee is miserable, 


miserable 
as 
un- 
sp- 
ent 
rain 
. 
. 
. 


		
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