Sif's Ode

Sif's Ode

A Poem by LR Young
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It was like seeing myself
from a great distance. Smote.
a giant oaken tree a-lit by lightning,
split in twain. But because I wear
the right skin, because I have hydrated
in anticipation of a God's electric
affection: I do not burn up, not
entirely, not all in an instant.
Instead, I smolder slowly,
my blue-gray exhale
a signal fire in the wilderness
which you can follow,
being such a good study
in geography; the peaks and
valleys of my own landscape
laid barren, parched. I can
make the desert in you
lush. In flood, I can levy
the river. I can make love using
words, he said. And from eyelashes
fell stars I wished on for my
whole entire childhood.
 
 

© 2009 LR Young


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I was really attracted to this poem. It felt very surreal and yet reflective on a personal level at the same time. There are some really great lines in this piece. The only problem I had with it was the way the lines were arranged. I liked the word usage but the flow just didn't seem quite right. I left a few suggestions. I hope you don't mind. Normally I don't impose myself on other's work but I felt that there was some great potential in these words. There were a couple of places that the poem felt broken, and a place or two with odd word placement or arrangement. If you find my input useful, please let me know. If not, I'll know not to stick my nose out quite so far next time. :)

cheers

WRS

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It was like seeing myself from a great distance. Smote, a giant oaken tree a-lit by lightning
split in twain.
But because I wear the right skin,
because I have hydrated in anticipation
of a God's electric affection, I do not burn up -
not entirely, not all in an instant.
Instead, I smolder
slowly, my tawny-blue exhale
a signal fire in the wilderness
which you can follow,
being such a good study in geography;
the peaks and valleys of my own landscape
laid barren (and) parched.
I can make the desert in you lush.
In (a) flood, I can levy the river.
I can make love using words, he said.
And from eyelashes fell stars I wished (up)on
for my whole entire childhood.

"a-lit" seems awkward, perhaps "aflame" or something similar

"for my whole entire childhood." also feels awkward, but just in the arrangement of words. Perhaps something like "throughout my entire childhood"


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LR Young
LR Young

Boulder, CO



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LR Young completed her Masters in Literature in Spring of 2009. Her current emphasis is poetry, the intimacy of words and string of consciousness revelations, rhythm and imagery. It is just as Ginsber.. more..

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