Beneath the Quiet
January 09, 2013
Among the most ancient uses for language are descriptions of
places, when a person has experienced something he or she wants to tell
somebody else about. Some of these get condensed and transformed into poetry,
and here’s a good example, by Susan Kolodny, a poet from the Bay Area of
California. [Introduction by Ted Kooser.]
Koi Pond,
Our shadows bring them from the shadows:
a yolk-yellow one with a navy pattern
like a Japanese woodblock print of fish scales.
A fat 18-karat one splashed with gaudy purple
and a patch of gray. One with a gold head,
a body skim-milk-white, trailing ventral fins
like half-folded fans of lace.
A poppy-red, faintly disheveled one,
and one, compact, all indigo in faint green water.
They wear comical whiskers and gather beneath us
as we lean on the cement railing
in indecisive late-December light,
and because we do not feed them, they pass,
then they loop and circle back. Loop
and circle. Loop .
“Look,” you say, “beneath them.” Beneath them,
like a subplot or a motive, is a school
of uniformly dark ones, smaller, unadorned,
perhaps another species, living in the shadow
of the gold, purple, yellow, indigo, and white,
seeking the mired roots and dusky grasses,
unliveried, the quieter beneath the quiet.
2 comments
Lovely poem and lovely language--I like it! I am hoping to read some poetry this year, so maybe I should look up Susan Kolodny! I hope jury duty is going okay--I was called up and had to serve once before, too, and I agree it is very stressful!
ReplyDeleteDanielle--I'm trying to read more poetry this year, too. I try to read one or two poems just before bed.
ReplyDeleteMy jury service is done, thank goodness. Not too bad, and they shouldn't call me again for a while.