Monday, March 16, 2015

Parts Per Minute


Untitled, Rome, 1960 by Cy Twombly



Parts Per Minute


Here there were flowers and here there was a path
and the cadence of the people carrying themselves
along the pavement informed the way they spoke

how many words rationed out per minute
per street

In turn the town became a place where daylight
meant voices to tie the objects to stories
to help plants wrap arms around the softened ground
to put buildings down decisively

And in the night when there were quiet voices
the town would let them turn around and settle
within their individual darkness like dogs circling
to locate sleep









[Image above by Cy Twombly. View more of Twombly's work here.]

5 comments

  1. ". . . settle / within their individual darkness like dogs circling / to locate sleep": wonderful image here, Hannah.

    Love the new look, too!

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    1. Thank you, Maureen!! I needed a change! :)

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  2. Beautiful ending, Hannah. There's something in it that's very moving - I can't quite pinpoint it, but I feel a shift somewhere in the third and fourth stanzas. Great poetry, Hannah.

    The new look is grest too!

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    1. I appreciate it, Ion. Glad you like the visual update--part of spring cleaning!

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  3. Hey, the site looks fresh & clean. Nice!

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