William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Winter Poems

Inheritance — February 8, 2019

Inheritance — February 8, 2019

 

Inheritance

Every winter,
we pruned
the same
long
rows
of vines.

Now we’re older;
some of us have died.

I see the vineyard in my mind:
the brush is tangled, leafless, waiting.

Songs and Letters, February 4, 2007
Winter Poems, Cosmopsis Books, 2007

Inheritance

Daylight Journal

There’s an abiding sense that this work will occupy me for the rest of my life, and I can’t help but smile at the meaningful, meaningless, childish pleasure it brings. But there’s no urgency in knowing the process can be interrupted or ended at any moment. What could be more beautiful and natural than a man struck down mid-sentence in a state of dream and delight, or realizing his life […]

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So Much Like Now

Apples, persimmons, and a silent bamboo wind chime, between your mind and mine. And oranges, you reply in kind. And it takes time, we find, to peel December.   So Much Like Now When you find this grave in the ragged ground, remember me to Winter. So much like now, it was cold the day I died: cold when a carriage rattled by, cold in bright Missouri, cold in Kansas […]

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November Sky

Before committing these poems and pieces to cyberspace, I go over them again and again, aloud, listening for meaning, listening for ease, listening for rhythm, listening for music, listening for truth. When in my limited capacity I hear them, I open the cage and set the entries free. Some fly off right away. Others stay here in my room, roosting on the bookshelves, or gazing out the window at the […]

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