Sleuth
The snow floats down and up
and the clouds swim east
and the gasoline in the pump
rushes into the hip of my car
beneath my hand and what I think
Nancy Drew really signifies
(along with all the other young
detectives) is the certainty
that there is continuity to the world
and that all things gone missing
or misplaced will reveal themselves
to us in clues
Love Andersson's work!
ReplyDeleteWonderful New Year's Day poem, too, Hannah.
I'm ashamed that I've never thought of the "hip of my car" !! And I like the idea of clues. Do you know much of Jane Hirshfield's work? I think she (and some other nature poets) are big into nature's clues. And cues. But I like her understatement, restraint. She seems more honest than most, so I trust her more than most. I guess I should go back to see what you said about the last of her work that I posted.
ReplyDeleteI went back a few posts, and yes, I think we see similar things in Hirshfield. I hope you found that poem of hers--it makes a nice companion to the E.D. I put up today.
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