I want to die to see what it's like, then / come back again and tell folks what I saw
rends itself across the page. You say obviously / as if it’s clear, but I have no idea / / what you mean.
Like the best marriages, the term pietas metrica, employed by the poet-priest Gerard Manley Hopkins, joins the highest expressions of nature and religion. Suzanne Underwood Rhodes’ Flying Yellow: New and Selected Poems further deepens and humanizes this notion, moving from the “pitch-black storms” of girlhood to a “ladder of arms” raising her to an ecstatic Sufi-like whir capturing in word and heart the fruited world around and within her.
Someone says "my country" / and I see a riverbed and many brooks. / I hear brakes and bells, see a pigeon / shot from the sky, small cloud falling.
So the River Lethe was where the Greeks went / in Hades to forget their former lives.
Hot air moves to find some comfort, a breeze / that could cause a blaze.
The Esnoga— see time’s horses / slipping down / YOUR holy walls / / her 400 year-old bricks / and glass / Sabbath’s opaque light
I would give up God for this poem. No more prayers, no more hymns, no more white lilies on my granny’s grave.
How does one leave a home?