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"Earthly Paradise"
  Brian Glaser

 


Earthly Paradise

by Brian Glaser

For Ian Barnard



1. Crickets


They are like my adolescent experience of God—

When I approach the cricket in the winter darkness

Of our house as the children sleep, it falls suddenly quiet,


The sound that made the house alive with

Creaturely blessing, a second, stronger pulse,

Reminiscent in the quality of its sound


Of an old hinge, of a quickly sharpening blade—

This dry song ends without fading—





2. Saving a Corbina


And to use the name of a species to discuss an animal—

Isn’t that a failure to speak of its radical alterity?


So great are the ethical challenges of our age

I almost need to imagine

A sort of perfect human,


Standing on the shore, fishing in the ebb-tide trough.





3. Sea Turtles


They can live for decades in the banks

Of seaweed that provide them both shelter and food,

A chosen womb, a kind of angel.





4. Rock Doves

Scholars might soon be able to bring the passenger pigeon

Back from extinction, fusing its recovered DNA into similar strands

And breeding the birds in genetically modified chickens.


In the nineteenth century they were hunted off the earth.

I am told that they once flew in clouds

Stretching for miles.


I think of the pigeons in the Piazza San Marco,

The jittery mass of them, an amazing profusion,

A clucking and bobbling shoal over the stones—


And likely each one I saw on my grand tour twenty years ago

Gone now, though the throng of them remains,

And will remain, like hope, for my daughter and my son.





5. Enskyment


I remember laughter in the back of the room when I showed a film

That described in one breath a nineteenth-century figure

As a hunter and a lover of animals.


But my father’s brother who hunted deer with an arrow and bow

Did teach me reverence for the hawk.

As we drove he gave a little gasp at an apparition in the sky—


Or more like an articulate grunt,

Laden with complex admiration and loss,

From a depth my father never conjured for me as a boy.





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The raven is consumed by his blackness

The way a man can be consumed by desire.

I have known the raven to flash the sheen of his beak


In midday. I have known sexual pleasure

That could not be exceeded on this earth.

My clastic heart became a raven in the sun.





7. Ashes


It’s the cat’s knowledge of the cellar

Why she dodges the shadows in a sunlit room.





8. Lion at the Zoo


The truth is what your body makes you say

When you see a lovely man or woman,

I wrote in a poem of my youth.


The sinewy lion, asleep twenty hours a day

Whether free or in captivity, rising from his rest

To thrill us with possibility one at a time.





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Last night a historic snowstorm was anticipated

To hit New York and Boston, and I thought

Of the mentally ill homeless in those cities,


The really deranged ones who would have no idea

That they couldn’t survive a night on the streets.

The city of Boston—I know this because I researched it—


Sent workers out to find these unfortunate people

And try to save their lives.

A solitary albatross above the Pacific gyre.





10. Wasps


Confer again under the awning.

Their history begins with water.


A mobile made of screws.

"No singing allowed at the ghost event."


Like a girlfriend,

I let the colony

Be irrelevant.


To save the day,

The origami.

To save the lint

From the water.





11. In a Field


And there it was, too, the gory splendor of birth, of life:

A foal slipped from her swollen mother

As my father and sister and I looked on in wonder.






Brian Glaser teaches at Chapman University in Orange, California. He received Chapman's Award for Curriculum Innovation in Sustainability Education in 2012.