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Thursday, September 26, 2013

the shape of a leaf




REPLY TO THE QUESTION: “HOW CAN YOU BECOME A POET?”

by Eve Merriam

take the leaf of a tree
trace its exact shape
the outside edges
and inner lines

memorize the way it is fastened to the twig
(and how the twig arches from the branch)
how it springs forth in April
how it is panoplied in July

by late August
crumple it in your hand
so that you smell its end-of-summer sadness

chew its woody stem

listen to its autumn rattle

watch it as it atomizes in the November air

then in winter
when there is no leaf left

invent one





It seems now imperative to memorize leaves. Even as they crumple and decay and disappear before our eyes.





It seems important to notice the chewed out bits that spell love.






And to look through the trees and leaves and see what and who else inhabits forests. I'd taken a photo of what seemed to be a little home in the trees, when the purple blankets began to rustle and a person began to emerge. I've seen homeless people camping out in other nearby stands of trees, but not this one. And the thing is, the nights are starting to get very cold. It's very fine for poets to invent leaves in winter, but not so fine for those who sleep outdoors.




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