Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
At dawn, in that uncertain time,
As restless as the earth to bear
The new late rain, I walk knee-deep
Sinking my teeth deep into you,
I feel no guilt.
You knew I was coming.
These are the problems which inhabit the imagination
Tincture of opium, redolent eucalyptus balm
The constituent order fails
"Nothing he had done before
or would try for later"
will explain or atone
This morning, flakes of sun
peel down to the last snowholds,
the barbed-wire leavings of a war
If your name is on the list of judges
you're one of them
though you fought their hardening
Burnt by lightning nevertheless
she’ll walk this terra infinita
lashes singed on her third eye
All in the day that I was born,
I walked across the shouting corn,
I saw the sunlight flash and hail
Chagall’s sweet lovers mounting into blue
Remind me that discovery by two
Of any world the mind can wander through
It was amusing on that antique grass,
Seated halfway between the green and blue,
To waken music gentle and extinct.