Friday, March 08, 2013

Poem: "On My Way to a Photo Exhibition of Trees in New York City"


Photo by Benjamin Swett; cover image for his book New York City of Trees



On My Way to a Photo Exhibition of Trees in New York City


I’m walking into the wind.
Now I know what the sail
feels, the tiller in another’s
hand. Now I know the sad
flapping of clothes pegged
to a short line. The street
sign quavers on its metal
stem like a cymbal struck.
It is not a human sound,
and the black coats, feet
scratching the sidewalk,
will strain in their drift
toward a human sound,
but, as Dante observed,
before he heard the love
that Francesca da Rimini
bore for her husband’s
handsome young brother,
the lights are mute here. 


2 comments:

Patricia Markert said...

This is lovely.
"Now I know what the sail
feels, the tiller in another's
hand..."

Jee Leong Koh said...

Thanks, Patty!