In recognition of September as National Library Card Sign-up Month… American Life in Poetry
Editors note: This new feature is the result of listening to our poet laureate speak about this national column on NPRs Diane Rehm Show, WNIJ-95FM. The Rock River Times is very happy to continue supporting the arts, and poetry in particular.
By Ted Kooser, U. S. Poet Laureate
In this poem by New York poet Martin Walls, a common insect is described and made vivid for us through a number of fresh and engaging comparisons. Thus an ordinary insect becomes something remarkable and memorable.
Cicadas at the End of Summer
Whine as though a pine tree is bowing a broken violin,
As though a bandsaw cleaves a thousand thin sheets of
They chime like freight wheels on a Norfolk Southern
slowing into town.
But all you ever see is the silence.
Husks, glued to the underside of maple leaves.
With their nineteen fifties Bakelite lines theyd do
just as well hanging from the ceiling of a space
What cicadas leave behind is a kind of crystallized memory;
The stubborn detail of, the shape around a life turned
The color of forgotten things: a cold broth of tea & milk
in the bottom of a mug.
Or skin on an old tin of varnish you have to lift with
A fly paper that hung thirty years in Bird Coopers pantry
Reprinted from Small Human Detail in Care of National Trust, New Issues Press, Western Michigan University, 2000, by permission of the author. Poem copyright© by Martin Walls, a 2005 Wytter Bynner Fellow of the Library of Congress. His latest collection Commonwealth is available from March Street Press. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.
From the Sept. 14-20, 2005, issue