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The Complete Poems of A R Ammons, Volume 2

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by A. R. Ammons

Changing Stations

  The all-night rain running

  off and soaking through

  into the narrows

  tore up the brooks, leaned

  _________

  5slates of shale

  against the banks and, cutting some

  bank away, rearranged chip shale

  into new mounds, tiled close,

  as if by hand, by

  10water mortar (what a sound) but now

  the brook’s so still,

  pane clear, a treetop scrap of

  birds like stubborn leaves

  shines shaking in the brookbed

  15filled

  with a deeper ditch of sky.

  1981 (1982)

  Collapsed Structures

  Terror when it goes leaves lifelessness’s big hole:

  one does not wish it back, terror, fierce inhabitant,

  a guest abruptly returned from a delayed leaving

  there again at the door

  5so the doorways stir and fly: but how

  great the vacancy! the attention turning

  about to no attendant, the polish of absence’s

  gist: there’s the first-quarter moon,

  though, its own light emptying out the whole

  10dome, the sight of its loneliness confirming

  one’s own: just somewhere to look

  as if to find absence all together in one place:

  recalling terror, though, may not be the same

  as terror really gone, for in the recall of

  15suasions of the recently departed is still much

  _________

  to muse on, the bridgeways and slidings to relief,

  the simmering into assimilation of humiliation

  and demand, the guest’s needs now only

  images not to be answered or answered to:

  20if terror moves on away through the miles and

  hours and relief loses focus, tires of dawdling,

  and feels the first scorch of nothingness, oh, then,

  emptiness’s own terror becomes another guest or

  the same or just another some day, after

  25long entertainments, to take grateful leave of.

  (1996)

  Flat Rock

  Streams divided (around a boulder-cluster or

  barge) heal right back together:

  gravity’s bed takes it all one way, the same

  water the substance of distant, subsequent

  5occasions: water shaken white over

  rapids-stones downstream bursts white again

  into falls-holes, a permanent eventuum

  that takes a name—falls, of course, but

  Blank Falls if people stare there, and

  10this water wrinkles later on through a

  sluice so fast people stop to think

  about it: Streaking Sluice names that place:

  later still this stream spreads out flat over

  a shallows-wide ledge-bed, a swim you can

  15get all the way into almost without getting wet.

  (1996)

  Flurries

  Streaks, drifts, mounds

  of meaning build,

  flare: roof-lochs spill,

  catching at the eaves

  5meanings

  icicle-clear:

  glaciers grind visionary

  meanings down nordic gorges,

  letting fall

  10rivers to rustle

  narrows amply clean cut:

  hold still, the

  spirit cries, hold this,

  but motion

  15undermines meaning with meaning.

  1985

  The Deep End

  Stillness can’t hold

  still, gets

  the shivers and shatters:

  self-regulating systems

  5swinging through opposing

  loops’ ceaseless adjustment

  and re-direction, though, find

  variable ways to stay:

  mood sweeps, so long as no

  _________

  10immoderation tears them

  loose, bar off a middle ground

  for ordinary happiness’s

  strawberry plants, say (subject

  to frost), whereas no body

  15bears (can it?) the hum of

  undeviating happiness any

  more than a constancy of

  blithe cold: ups and downs

  work out a way of showing up

  20from down as well as an

  interregnum of nonchalance:

  I’m impressed with the way

  things work, work

  itself setting up mid-regions

  25of rest, whereas (again) rest,

  what can become of rest,

  more rest?, so much rest

  edging restlessness up: if

  I were to make a moral

  30of this, I’d say that

  if you have something to go

  along with, go along with

  it, because millions of goings

  and comings before us have

  35smoothed and ruffled balancing

  grooves, the groove itself,

  _________

  so hard to find, a turning

  back of going in—a puzzlingly

  remarkable territory to greet.

  1986 (1996)

  Reasoning Power

  Sometime between thaws, blows, and freezes,

  a sawtoothed leaf became seamlessly sealed

  in ice but now, a long thaw underway, it lies

  disclosed on the surface, surface having

  5inched in to it: who’s to say as I tell you

  this that the brookful of ice, honeycombed

  with lattices, worked sucked-through with

  holes that underspin overpouring and downchurning

  water is going on with its work and that I

  10am holding alone here looking at held leaves

  and lattices for a reason: do I need

  reason to tell the reason: would one wandering

  this way be dwelling in the strong offices of

  reason or would he, nonreasoning, be looking

  15for the indifference of the sawtooth edge that

  softens as it gets out of ice and dries brittle

  in a wind that shows it a new home, dissolution

  its destination: merely, merely, merely naked

  in the shrunken spine turned away from rejection:

  20does one need to say that in the abundance

  of nothing a leaf surprises the mind full of

  _________

  design, bilateral symmetry in asymmetry, that

  these minds unoccupied with the given hold such

  starvations of emptiness available, any bit of

  25action, a leaf turning

  over in the wind,

  can become what is.

  Tenacities

  Shrinking back for coherence’s holding

  gauge, closing in, we

  came not to dust but to

  a mode or condition, nothingness,

  5where smallness, looked into, grew vast:

  we found the beam the mind

  construes between nothing and nothing,

  from which it seems intolerable to move

  either way: we said must we

  10give up the hope of forms not yet seen:

  we stepped back out into the open where

  roses blacken in sleet or, given up too far, spill apart.

  1969

  Blues in the Valley

  Route 96B has lain over there

  bending up and away over the

  ridge on its way out,

  going out day and night,

  _________

  5while I’ve been here valley-bound

  31 years and got so

  I think I can hear

  singing in the rocks, riffles,

  the cool dream-reels

  10of boulders:


  light bands near sundown

  break out

  underpinning the clouds on west hill,

  and I know how

  15they’ve looked before, may look again,

  how they’ll thin down and fine away.

  1977 (1993)

  Packaging

  Roll

  up the edges of

  the squared-off, flattened-out,

  two-dimensional

  5mind,

  pull the corners up and tie them

  off at the top,

  a sphere or bag, so that

  anyone thinking

  10will

  have to think about more sides

  at once than one,

  get volume

  within his

  15definitions,

  _________

  and become less secure

  that summer with him is

  summer everywhere,

  his ice cap feeling’s

  20only leaning.

  1974

  Serpent Country

  Rolled off a side of mountains or

  hills, bottomed

  out in flatland but getting

  away, winding,

  5will be found a

  scale-bright snake—brook, stream, or river, or,

  in sparest gatherings,

  a wash of stones or a green

  streak of chaparral across sand.

  1982 (1983)

  Early Stones

  Returning from the thawed creek

  and winter-hungry for early

  slugs or mole crickets, he

  turns a stone on

  5the clear-woods floor, thinks to

  pick it up, steadying his pace

  back to the cave porch where

  he drops it,

  an investment against the fireless

  10summer nights when the tiger

  moves too near in, hard to scare.

  Connecting Misses

  Pursue a subject, it flares

  into division,

  branches raveling, blurring

  off, networks splitting

  5ramification till

  splintering fines: or

  some mountain, perhaps,

  offering a tunnel with little view,

  interrupts, straightening the

  10lessening: still,

  no matter

  how slight, subjects

  get whole attentions

  to be in: when

  15the subject runs out leaving

  everything oceanic and still

  undone will the world have

  disappeared, too, or

  will we light out

  20across sea-swings, savannahs,

  brambles, woodlots,

  with a clear line that

  cuts a new subject free to a

  world’s pursuing?

  Evasive Actions

  Poems are forms of protective coloration by which

  a person insecure in his true colors takes trial

  stances of coloration to imitate true colors or to

  baffle detection, either by simple baffling or by

  5adopting disguise of common conventions or to

  direct attention from his differences by putting

  _________

  on the unconventional act, seeming to be normal by

  open and flagrant imitation of the abnormal: how

  is one to become invisible at times except by the

  10gaudiest announcements of visibility or how is one

  to hide the truth except by the blinding of

  truth on truth: how is one to put off

  encounter except by puzzling the terms of encounter

  past inquiry: poems, poems, how they sail!

  15catching sight up like a knowledge of enemies and

  carrying it away under the pleasances of flight,

  a riddance: or poems hold the attention of

  others till they have no will of their own, lost,

  enchanted, and with the impression that it is sweet

  20to be spelled lost: what shams, displays, fireworks

  to throw scent off by sweet scent: what humbling

  and pleading by the pitiful poet as he leads others

  into the marshes of nonpursuit: not to be found out,

  so many poems left behind to be found: poems

  25say, bind yourself to me in the fidelities of

  sameness, or in the trustworthy semblance of sameness,

  a bond of friends: meanwhile, the true work is done.

  1982 (1986)

  Tenure’s Pleasures

  Plenty of the young dropped

  this morning when the rain

  iced a quarter inch jewel-hard

  on the walkways,

  _________

  5but the supple young rose

  (and some dropped and rose again)

  unharmed:

  here and there an old professor,

  though, hit the pack and as

  10he stirred files rattled in insurance

  suites and big money moved

  dangerously: fortunately, far

  off in Michigan, a plane’s

  wings iced over, too, and

  15the novelist scheduled to

  read here this afternoon

  canceled and now, so wonderful

  the variety of possibility,

  we can all go on home early

  20to liniment our bruises or watch

  the fissures swell—it’s swell.

  (1987)

  Pressing On

  Over the rise they find significance behind

  them, and the significance of coming down

  even again next to nothing: love was the deep

  valuable now buried under the rise memory can

  5hardly plunder to resurrect, at times, and

  given the pains of closing out ahead, a kind

  _________

  of floating eases through; they have no

  reality to settle to worthwhile: but free

  enough to float! the work done, the children

  10schooled, the mortgage burned, long-term

  insurance in place: the blood of memory thins,

  pain shears entanglements away, the floating

  ranges out becoming dreams: when they try to touch

  down the ground under them flows.

  The Story

  Oblivion keeps the caterpillar bright.

  Period

  One gets started

  conditionally perhaps

  or

  introductorily

  5and after

  a ceremony or so of

  pause and

  preparation

  rises into the main

  10business,

  strikes a couple

  of dashing heights—

  breathless—

  followed by

  15parentheses picking

  up and holding

  back

  but then drops

  a semicolon

  20(giving serious

  notice); but

  coordinating away,

  though, as if

  into a new beginning,

  25tensions knitting

  newly into rise,

  ramification

  and wandering having

  blurred

  30outcome, when closure

  arrives as

  usual punctual

  with a rest.

  (1993)

  The Way of One’s Desire

  One not lost finds no way:

  terror brightens what it sees:

  home’s a destination one

  departs with to part with:

  5okay never looks to be okay,

  and not-okay, looking, sees

  the only not-okay: you who

  know, even as if not knowing,

  tell me, how does one err

  10to find one’s erring: where
/>   in the wild are the wiles

  that school the way back home?

  Hurricane

  Migrating along (butterfly-like,

  actually) I came on

  a sweeping system, round

  and big, and traveling with it

  5forgot it was not

  I (a magnificent loss for that

  much gain) but the system played

  out in time, dissipating

  into severally estranged

  10motions and, an edged-out

  peripheral bit myself, I dropped

  dashed to a breaking

  shoal and fluttered bedazzled

  with separation

  15but also with—what a relief.

  The Crystal Tree

  May we tinker with nature, define &

  adopt, adjust her procedures, till

  we can make a nature

  that unwinds us at last from

  5the coils of nature: but

  giving ourselves over in the

  admiration of study, measuring

  the delicacies of balance,

  the fineries of difference,

  _________

  10how may we get free enough

  not to think ourselves

  sacrilegious in overturning

 

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