Aubade

By Rick Barot b. 1969 Rick Barot
Scintillas of the anatomical
on the vines, buds opening—
make me a figure
for the woken.
 
On the vines, buds opening—
blue, little throats.
For the woken,
this different tin sky.
 
Blue, little throats
speak to me in the right voice.
This different tin sky,
the playground thawing.
 
Speak to me in the right voice,
only clean, sweeter.
The playground thawing
into its primary colors.
 
Only clean, sweeter,
briary as honeysuckle,
into their primary colors
the words come: bitter, astral.
 
Briar—as honeysuckle,
as attic webs, constellated
into their primary colors.
White, or whiter.
 
The words come: bitter, astral.
Make me a figure,
blue little throats,
scintillas of the anatomical.

Rick Barot, “Aubade” from The Darker Fall. Copyright © 2002 by Rick Barot. Reprinted by permission of Sarabande Books, Inc.

Source: The Darker Fall (Sarabande Books, 2002)

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Poet Rick Barot b. 1969

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Subjects Nature, Trees & Flowers

Poetic Terms Aubade, Free Verse, Quatrain

 Rick  Barot

Biography

Rick Barot was born in the Philippines and grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. He attended Wesleyan University, the Iowa Writers' Workshop, and Stanford University, where he was a Stegner Fellow in Poetry and later a Jones Lecturer in Poetry.
 
Barot’s first collection of poetry, The Darker Fall (2002), received the Kathryn A. Morton Prize in Poetry. His second collection, Want (2008), was a finalist for the Lambda Literary . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Trees & Flowers

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Poetic Terms Aubade, Free Verse, Quatrain

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