Saturday, July 21, 2012

The Visitation: Brigit Pegeen Kelly

The Visitation

by Brigit Pegeen Kelly

God sends his tasks 
and one does 
them or not, but the sky 
delivers its gifts 
at the appointed 
times: With spit and sigh, 
with that improbable 
burst of flame, the balloon 
comes over
the cornfield, bringing 
another country 
with it, bringing 
from a long way off 
those colors that are at first 
the low sound
of a horn, but soon 
are many horns, and clocks, 
and bells, and clappers 
and your heart 
rising to the silence 
in all of them, a silence 
so complete that 
the heads of the corn 
bow back before it 
and the dog flees in terror 
down the road 
and you alone are left 
gazing up
at three solemn visitors
in a golden cage
beneath that unbelievable chorus of red
and white, swinging
so close you cannot move
or speak, so close
the road grows wet with light,
as when the sun flares,
after an evening storm
and you become weightless, falling
back in the air
before the giant oak 
that with a fiery burst 
the balloon
just clears.
I read Kelly’s poem ‘Song’ several months – maybe more than a year ago? – when Aditi Machado wrote about her. I love what little I’ve read of her work and wish I could read more.

Someone said recently, quoting Salinger, that poets are always taking the weather so seriously. In that spirit of seriousness, I give you this gorgeous poem.

Also, it reminded me of this. (Yes, well. Sorry.)

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