The Geese

By Jane Mead Jane Mead
slicing this frozen sky know
where they are going—
and want to get there.

Their call, both strange
and familiar, calls
to the strange and familiar

heart, and the landscape
becomes the landscape
of being, which becomes

the bright silos and snowy
fields over which the nuanced
and muscular geese

are calling—while time
and the heart take measure.

Source: Poetry (October 2010).


This poem originally appeared in the October 2010 issue of Poetry magazine

October 2010
 Jane  Mead


Jane Mead is the author of four collections of poetry: The Lord and the General Din of the World (1996), The House of Poured-Out Waters (2001), The Usable Field (2008), and Money Money Money Water Water Water (2014). In her recent work, Mead is known for engaging the Western landscape, ecology, and the debts of ancestry: she manages her family’s farm in Northern California, where she grows zinfandel and cabernet wine grapes. In . . .

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