{"product_id":"rave-poems-1975-1998-9781556591266","title":"Rave: Poems, 1975-1998","description":"\u003cb\u003eBook Synopsis\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe Choir\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eI walk and I rest while the eyes of my dead\u003cbr\u003e look through my own, inaudible\u003cbr\u003e hosannas greet\u003cbr\u003e the panorama charged serene\u003cbr\u003e and almost ultraviolet with so much witness.\u003cbr\u003e Holy the sea, the palpitating membrane\u003cbr\u003e divided into dazzling fields and whaledark by the sun.\u003cbr\u003e Holy the dark, pierced by late revelers and dawnbirds,\u003cbr\u003e the garbage truck suspended in shy light,\u003cbr\u003e the oystershell and crushed clam of the driveway,\u003cbr\u003e the dahlia pressed like lotus on its open palm.\u003cbr\u003e Holy the handmade and created side by side,\u003cbr\u003e the sapphire of their marriage,\u003cbr\u003e green flies and shit in condums in the crabshell\u003cbr\u003e rinsed by the buzzing tide.\u003cbr\u003e Holy the light--\u003cbr\u003e the poison ivy livid in its glare,\u003cbr\u003e the gypsy moths festooning the pine barrens,\u003cbr\u003e the mating monarch butterflies between the chic boutiques.\u003cbr\u003e The mermaids handprint on the artificial reef. Holy the we,\u003cbr\u003e cast in the mermaid''s image, smooth crotch of mystery and scale,\u003cbr\u003e inscrutable until divulged by god\u003cbr\u003e and sex into its gender, every touch\u003cbr\u003e a secret intercourse with angels as we walk\u003cbr\u003e proffered and taken. Their great wings\u003cbr\u003e batter the air, our retinas bloom silver spots like beacons.\u003cbr\u003e Better than silicone or graphite flesh absorbs\u003cbr\u003e the shock of the divine crash-landing.\u003cbr\u003e I roll my eyes back, skylights brushed by plumage of detail,\u003cbr\u003e the unrehearsed and minuscule, the anecdotal midnight\u003cbr\u003e themes of the carbon sea where we are joined:\u003cbr\u003e zinnia, tomato, garlic wreaths\u003cbr\u003e crowning the compost heap.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eElegy\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSomebody left the world last night, I felt it\u003cbr\u003e so, last minute, last half-breath before the storm\u003cbr\u003e that hit all night last night drew back. Midmorning\u003cbr\u003e windows streaked with mud like sides of ears. How long\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ethe journey? Sails, the windowpanes the black\u003cbr\u003e thick tarp that kept the woodpile. Dry\u003cbr\u003e Southern wind, in minutes clothes bone-hard, clamped\u003cbr\u003e to the line. Clouds heaving in. The sky, the sky, who did arrive\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eto kiss the eye behind the windswept sheet? Who was it, solo\u003cbr\u003e no longer, shy and desirous to be clean? What song\u003cbr\u003e arose, what crust between the lids\u003cbr\u003e spat and forgot? I woke, my fingers in my eyes\u003c\/p\u003e \u0026lt;\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Copper Canyon Press,U.S.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51359608340823,"sku":"9781556591266","price":18.0,"currency_code":"GBP","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0817\/1739\/5799\/files\/9781556591266.jpg?v=1754125161","url":"https:\/\/bookcurl.com\/products\/rave-poems-1975-1998-9781556591266","provider":"Book Curl","version":"1.0","type":"link"}