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The Complete Poems of A R Ammons, Volume 2

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by A. R. Ammons


  fences stall the perpendicular:

  even the fretwork of

  old vines, too skinny for snow,

  10radiates a filigree

  of the caught let go and

  zero gives up by noon to one.

  Hollows

  The whirlwind lifts

  sand into itself to hide

  holy spun emptiness or to

  erect a tall announcement

  5where formed

  emptiness is to be found.

  1976

  Volitions

  The wind turned

  me round and

  round all day, so

  cold it planed

  5me, quick it

  polished me

  down: a spindle

  by dusk,

  too lean to

  10bear the open dark,

  _________

  I said, sky,

  drive me

  into the

  ground here,

  15still me with the ground.

  1976 (1979)

  Providence

  To stay

  bright as

  if just

  thought of

  5earth requires

  only that

  nothing stay

  1974 (1974)

  Going Without Saying

  What to make of a breeze—

  a spruce bough in

  large measure nods:

  maple leaves flicker

  5or break (go) out with

  sparse wobbles: poplars

  as in shivering loft

  shake flip-side bright

  and rattle glistering

  10mix’s wind and light:

  willow sheathes seep the air

  unjangling through.

  1979

  Devastation

  When possibility fell

  from many to one

  to none

  the place I stood in widened:

  5but the Way I

  thought is without extent

  and can empty emptiness

  emptier

  and fill earth and sky

  10with the abundance of

  its absence and stand beside

  me, a neighbor.

  1979

  Merchandise

  When we have

  played with

  the toy life

  death takes it

  5back without

  condition

  whatever the condition

  Pairing

  Wish is a closer

  rightness

  than reason which

  wish

  5tosses into careful

  resistances to

  be obtained:

  but when

  wish is not to be

  10wished

  reason like a

  failed mate

  roams the woods

  of the self

  15whining for the

  lost one

  1972 (1975)

  Rivulose

  You think the ridge hills flowing, breaking

  with ups and downs will, though,

  building constancy into the black foreground

  for each sunset, hold on to you, if dreams

  5wander, give reality recurrence enough to keep

  an image clear, but then you realize, time

  _________

  going on, that time’s residual like the last

  ice age’s cool still in the rocks, averaged

  maybe with the cool of the age before, that

  10not only are you not being held onto but where

  else could time do so well without you,

  what is your time where so much time is saved?

  1978 (1984)

  LAKE EFFECT COUNTRY (1983)

  for Edwin G. Wilson friend’s friend

  The Bright Side

  Bliss is the

  trace of

  existence that

  persists in

  5the idea of

  nothingness—

  thinking

  nothingness

  is a presence

  10fragile as

  the longing look

  through

  tragedy, the

  frail whirl

  15the mind climbs

  (the defense

  against

  absolute beginnings

  or endings)

  20the inward-turning

  edge of

  the outermost,

  the light that sets

  in the utterly empty eye.

  1981

  Zero and Then Some

  We would not want to persuade ourselves

  on eternity with an insistence of

  our own, pre-empting narrowly or

  warping out of centrality the nature of what is—

  5nevertheless we would not want to miss a

  right praising, even if we had to reduce

  the praise from substance and stand empty

  in stance alone, an attitude merely or

  willingness that would at least shirk

  10indifference in wanting not to avoid praise:

  whatever forever is we would not want to be

  unconjoined with it or only in the ways

  the temporal and particular necessarily

  fall short of staying put: there is

  15an ongoing we nearly cheapen by being its

  specific crest, but humbly we know too it

  bore us and will support us into whatever

  rest remains: what if the infinite

  filters through here ordinary as if it

  20were just taking place locally? that is,

  though the infinite is quite impressive

  it may be like a weak gravity field, the

  least spectacular thing around, the

  immediate’s most trifling ingredient: we

  25probably couldn’t detect it to redress or

  address it, amass it to praise it, not with

  regular human instrumentation: but addle

  _________

  us enough, we will drop the whole

  subject and invent for substitution “that

  30which is to be praised” and invest it with

  our store of verve, no matter: the jay

  will sometimes at dawn sit in the blue spruce

  as if too blank to stir first and

  piddle idly in song like a swinging

  35squeak or singing wheel: it could be praise

  though how it works or why it’s sung, we guess.

  1981

  Localizing

  The ground that life’s unpredictability

  dissolves is possibility’s very furrow,

  the frail white root letting down

  or unfolding into mix’s raw mush, loam:

  5the doubleness, not necessarily two things

  but of one thing being two: the pivot that

  could skew either way: imbalance, though,

  balances imbalance, there’s a pure category,

  and new rudeness ameliorates old ruin:

  10God’s will (the Way) everybody knows holds

  grave assimilations of constancy in change,

  that constancy though probably too high out

  of things for any but undifferentiated effect:

  and then the effect is as if from underneath!

  15well, it’s nice to know that even

  broaching error you may get something right,

  or that not knowing sometimes finds a

  better than known road, although in the

  _________

  long run everything wilts down and withers

  20over, undone as beached seaweed: if we step

  forward, it is into the shambles of our

  time to come; and whether we step forward

  or not, we are forwarded daily to a sparer

  dimension, lessened mansion: but surely

  25there is a Will
so high change can’t stir

  it nor loss nor gain stagger it, spirit

  unshadowed and shadowless! but we love it here!

  1981

  Theories of Height

  Scaling the tiers of dominance,

  one obliterates categories,

  level by shrinking level,

  till one,

  5in the highest golden room,

  turns about alone,

  floating, disconnected, all

  the world won,

  perished beneath one’s sight, no equal to

  10be addressed by and no

  one to address: whereas, the meek,

  in this

  case the emotion wherever it

  abide and the people,

  15do, indeed, with no fights,

  inherit

  the earth, the whole

  range, the humblest

  sweets and asides,

  20and the only solid view of height.

  1982

  The Spiral Rag

  Opposites attracting could easing jar to a standstill

  or unmoderated blast into mutual annihilation’s O; or,

  just at the meeting node, veer around each other,

  the momentum transforming into spin which would, of

  5course, generate a whirlpool flow-through, so that the

  energies undemolished and still current could find a

  place where, slowed, they could give up their terrible

  shapes and tendencies and dissipate into the continuum

  from which they might eventually return: anyway, the

  10circle won’t do, except as an infinitely extensible outer

  boundary: also, the sphere won’t do, for some reason

  I’ve forgotten (no transfusing discharge) just surface

  extension with only surface flow: but the vortex will

  come close to doing because it gives a standing-motion

  15shape at the central interior so that high formations

  finding each other have a way to go: the truest motion’s

  truest shape’s the spiral’s inward arc, the inward

  turning whirl that promotes a direction for the

  meeting that can wear down or fly apart somewhere past

  20the tightening screw’s whirl: whatever, what

  a mechanism for averting, for taking in, changing, and

  giving out, for holding still while the motion flies!

  the mind figures but even though it wants to do well

  never comes up with the source of what it comes up with.

  1980 (1980)

  The Fairly High Assimilation Rag

  Plato derives the many from the one and Aristotle

  the one from the many, and these two together give

  the flip-flop sides of a dynamics too

  one and two for easy entry or exit: parallel with

  5that philosophical goes the religious, in which

  the One devolves and assuages into the fiats and

  specifications of specialized deities, into polytheism,

  and in which the many accumulate up, dissolving

  their intense boundaries into the blurs and glows

  10and finally on up of course to the absolute absence

  and clarity of the total presence, One unspeakable,

  monotheism: answering back and forth with heat

  exchangers and mitochondria and other particulars in

  and out of focus is the hierarchy, the one:many

  15mechanism we everywhere seek and renounce: like

  a mobile in which the wires are, though the only

  means of support, hardly visible and where the bright

  parts at liberty to play seem to be the reason for it all—

  like that we seek the rigorous, tense, thin dispositions

  20that allow the colorful personal feelings of free,

  unoriented, singular family, all the way to the play

  out of each his individual set of bones and wishes:

  oh yes: the one:many’s the metaphysical (and discrete)

  wherein we entertain systems high and low, sharp and

  25fuzzy, radiant and drained, pertaining to most anything:

  still, we don’t look to the wiring for immediate

  help or hope as often as to the family vacations,

  _________

  and we are hurt by nothing so much as children’s

  chances, their terrible uprisings and misleading

  30procedures: society will wind and unwind but we may

  or may not have a nice weekend depending on whether

  or not we have been divorced or have enough booze

  to last through Sunday: the particulars are so

  close they are nobody else’s business (largely)

  35whereas everybody does a little for the hierarchy

  without which we would not know which way to turn.

  1980 (1980)

  I Could Not Be Here At All

  Momentous and trivial, I

  walk along the lake cliff

  and look north where the lake

  curls to a wisp through the hills

  5and say as if to the lake,

  I’m here, too,

  and to the winter storm centered

  gnarl-black over the west bank,

  I nearly call out, it’s me, I’m here:

  10the wind-fined

  snow nicks

  my face, mists my lashes

  and the sun, not dwindling me, goes

  on down behind the storm and the reed

  15withes’ wind doesn’t whistle, brother! brother!

  and no person comes.

  1981

  Written Water

  I hope I will go through

  the period of hunger

  for immortality and be sated—

  so that I can rise

  5at last from that death into communion with

  things, the flowing free of

  grave trenches in rain, the

  indifferent and suitable toppling

  of stones, the wiping out of

  10borders and prints, stains, inks;

  so that I can abide the

  rinse of change as the fountainhead’s

  coolest, freshest drink, the

  immortality likeliest to last, the clarity

  15whose clarion no decay smuts,

  change’s pure arising in constant souls

  1981

  Retiring

  I’ll keep the brook watched,

  the crinkles of light

  between flow-stones

  bundled into sheaves:

  5I’ll sort the clouds into

  categories between

  the great names—

  nimbostratus, cirrocumulus—

  till so many fine distinctions

  10become clouds again:

  I’ll probably get the sun

  up and down, turn

  the stars through the round

  sprinkling sheets, become essential

  15at all the wind’s swerves,

  keeping it going right.

  1981

  Nature Poetry

  If no one sends you

  messages to read, none

  you can read

  (so you have no

  5replies to shape)

  still you may irrelevantly read

  messages sent to

  no one, light shaking

  off a poplar leaf

  10(like seen wind chipped free)

  or breaking into

  threads

  of bright-backed water

  in brookstone shallows:

  15these

  messages, though

  not sent to you and

  requiring no response

  may nevertheless be

  20taken

  down in strict

  observances (like studied regard)

  as if to be nearly adequate

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sp; messages to no one.

  1981 (1982)

  Holding Still

  A whirlwind held still

  in the sideyard this

  afternoon

  a minute, three

  5or four of last

  year’s leaves,

  one split and one

  with a lobe ripped off,

  caught up:

  10I thought the leaves

  at first astonishing

  butterflies, hardly

  enough figures there to

  point a whirlwind’s

  15center and

  traveling: but soon

  the structure broke

  away, its currents

  wobbling

  20out of the wound-up winding:

  the leaves scooted

  up remnant loops

  and fell out randomly

  about, still—

  25the eye of the hop-wobbly

  baby rabbit, crouched

  nearby under the small

  pine, still, with a

  whirlwind in it.

  1975

  Windy Morning with a Little Sleet

  The roar of the wind coming

  gets here before the wind

  doing sixty does and the airy

  billows sizzling fry rolling

  5uphill from the lake till

 

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