Saturday, December 21, 2013

A POEM FROM DANA GIOIA: THE GODS OF WINTER

HAPPPY WINTER SOLSTICE!




ROUGH COUNTRY

Give me a landscape made of obstacles,
of steep hills and jutting glacial rock,
where the low-running streams are quick to flood
the grassy fields and bottomlands.
A place
no engineers can master–where the roads
must twist like tendrils up the mountainside
on narrow cliffs where boulders block the way.
Where tall black trunks of lightning-scalded pine
push through the tangled woods to make a roost
for hawks and swarming crows.
And sharp inclines
where twisting through the thorn-thick underbrush,
scratched and exhausted, one turns suddenly
to find an unexpected waterfall,
not half a mile from the nearest road,
a spot so hard to reach that no one comes–
a hiding place, a shrine for dragonflies
and nesting jays, a sign that there is still
one piece of property that won't be owned.

--Dana Gioia, from The Gods of Winter, 1991



2 comments:

  1. Wow. Amazing poem. Thank you for sharing it. I may have to check out his book.

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  2. Good solid blank verse! Bravo, Mr Gioia -- and thanks, HK!

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