Poem About A Story

In his poem from Deaf Republic, Ilya Kaminsky begins: Such is the story made of stubborness, and a little air/ a story sung by those who

His poem then proceeds by describing who is singing or telling the story (without really telling the story) and lets us suppose some of its elements. The poem follows, but this option involves writing a poem that imagines a story not told, but only hinted at (with small and sometimes large and abstract clues). So the reader delights in imagining the rest. Here is the poem by Ilya:

from Deaf Republic: 1

Such is the story made of stubbornness and a little air,
a story sung by those who danced before the Lord in quiet.
Who whirled and leapt. Giving voice to consonants that rise
with no protection but each other’s ears.
We are on our bellies in this silence, Lord.

Let us wash our faces in the wind and forget the strict shapes of affection.
Let the pregnant woman hold something of clay in her hand.
For the secret of patience is his wife’s patience
Let her man kneel on the roof, clearing his throat,
he who loved roofs, tonight and tonight, making love to her and her forgetting,
a man with a fast heartbeat, a woman dancing with a broom, uneven breath.
Let them borrow the light from the blind.
Let them kiss your forehead, approached from every angle.
What is silence? Something of the sky in us.
There will be evidence, there will be evidence.
Let them speak of air and its necessities. Whatever they will open, will open.

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