FOOTNOTE
Poems are untrue to me
When they are right. Turning free
Of preconception, they are true
To the muse alone; they are new
As new leaves sung by an old tree.
What they mean I seldom know.
The Muse to Hesiod long ago
Remarked, she told the truth at times
But not to trust his casual rhymes.
This is a rule that I follow.
THRESHING ACCIDENT
The time a little girl fell down the bundles beneath the flashing knives, her final scream brought men and wagons to a stopped wonder as if they had been stopped within a dream
which held the dust and brilliance of July yet made no room for violence or trouble. Bright silence held the minutes pouring by in golden sunlight streaming into stubble.
All wheels were still as time swung, turning backward ponderously at first, then at one speed as if a hundred belts controlled some awkward cold machine of savage fear and need.
The crew of threshers moved as one, who burned the rig down to the ground. In roaring fire that primal order faded. Time returned with neither child nor rig to their desire.
END OF THE LINE
There are a few live saints who take God as a model,
A few live artists who idealize saints,
A few professors living who try to worship art,
But God help any student who tries to live admiring a professor.
CHURCH HISTORY
The religious idealism of one pompous ass Can set God back for half a generation.
PEDAGOGY
Mark Hopkins on one end of a log. a student on the other.
A near-sighted blue-jay screaming toward a bump.
AIM
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Not to make
The poems you'd like to make
But only those
That ought to be made by someone
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THE BARONESS
I know
I would dare to kiss you,
Caress you,
Hold your hand,
Speak to you with passion, and
Turn faint your eyes,
My own unseeing which you look upon
With no believing.
I know
I would dare assault you,
Storm your lips,
Crush your thighs,
Batter down your reason,
Turning dumb your sighs,
My ears two silver sieves
Which you beat upon the flailing knees,
But I would not dare to love you.
— H. M. Hershberger
CONCH
These,
The sweep and roar of a thousand
Dark seas,
Out of dim time,
In the dull chamber of one small mouth,
Jewelled eternities.
— H. M. Hershberger, From "Rock Ledge Cantos"
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