[As if the moon could haul through you]

By Neil Fischer Neil Fischer
As if the moon could haul through you
Its tremor of light and stone,
Be cleared of sound. Plough
The mind's noise until it's a shine

In the purl of south-bending river that bears
Itself toward a blacker part of the forest.
If you hum, hum through the motes of air,
Perhaps your nerves will find at last

A tone to which they will succumb.
Be still. Be not so heavy-hearted
For a moment. All is not a tomb,
Blind sarcophagus staring dumb, thwarted

Pleasures nailed inside. These fireflies
Sweep their tracings on the evening.
Weep if you must, but board what falls
Away, abdomens flaring—

The brief, nomadic intervals.

Source: Poetry (December 2007).


This poem originally appeared in the December 2007 issue of Poetry magazine

December 2007


Neil Fischer's work has been published in Poetry, Ploughshares, Seneca Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, James White Review, Harvard Gay and Lesbian Review, Iris, and Agni Review. He has earned an MA from New York University's creative writing program in poetry, a Stegner Fellowship at Stanford University, and an MFA in fiction from Warren Wilson College.

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SUBJECT Living, Time & Brevity, Nature, Stars, Planets, Heavens

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