2.10.08

the time it takes...

Craig Morgan Teicher

A Cure for Dead Dogs

               ... as if weather were a cure for childhood.
                                                     —Bin Ramke


As if time were a cure. As if all things
pass, this too shall pass were a cure
for time, the time it takes, time enough,

a little more time. As if waking
with a taste in your mouth
were a cure for childhood, a sweaty

sweaty dream, a monster, an
angel in the closet, under the bed
were a cure for a ghost. As if

a thing lost or forgotten, discarded,
fled, written down and revised, revisited
were a cure for dead dogs, dogs

put to sleep, put down, put out of mind,
put that way were a cure for the facts.

As if this were a cure for that.

As if what happened, events as told, as tell
about the teller were a cure for
what ails, what finally ends, what time

has taken its toll on. As if what can be
hoped for, what works, what heals
were a cure. As if a cure were needed.

               from Brenda Is in the Room and Other Poems and Verse Daily

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An amazing use of form an music - the poem circling back on itself, hitting the reader each time. The experience of this poem clearly carrying more emotional weight than sum of its parts.

2 comments:

anhaga said...

Thanks for posting this, Sam. I didn't know Teicher before, but I want to find out more, now. A dreamlike language here, the way it keeps shifting into something else according to its own deeper logic.

sam of the ten thousand things said...

This is clearly a use of language that interests me, James. I'm fascinated by the many shifts in the poem.