Friday Flowers: Wildflowers for August

Wildflowers at the Madrona Marsh

Real Life

(By Lucie Brock-Broido)

Soon the electrical wires will grow heavy under the snow.

I am thinking of the fire of the possibility of fire & then moving

Across America in a car with a powder blue dashboard,

Moving to country music & the heart

Is torn a little more because the song says the truth.

Because in the thirty-six things that can happen

To people, men & women, women & women,

Men & men, in all these things the soul is bound

To be broken somewhere along the line,

That clove-scented, air-colored wanderer blushing

With no memory, no inkling & then proceeds

Across America

In the sap green of the tropics,

Toward the cadmium of a bitter sunrise to a new age,

At the white impossible ice hour, starving,

Past the electric blue of the rivers melting down,

Above the nude, snuff, terra cotta, maybe fire,

Over the tiny fragile mound of finger bones

Of an Indian who died standing up,

Through the heliotrope of a song about the sunset,

To live the thirty-six things

& never comes home.

Not much time tonight, so apologies for the brief post.

Here's an extra flower to make up for the slack. ;-)



Wildflower for August


I really adore Lucie Brock-Broido's poetry. Her rhythm is superb and her imagery is intense. This vid is an entertaining clip of a reading. She makes an amusing gaffe early on and the sound quality of the recording isn't great, but, when she gets into the recital proper, it is a powerful reading.

Good stuff!!!

Here's Lucie Brock-Broido's Poets.org page.

Enjoy!!!