This semester we’ve gotten a number of poems in really interesting older styles – to me, they sound like they could be centuries old – like “Coalwife’s Son” and “Kissing the Zenith.” Here’s another new one by Corey Olivier (though this one ends in a surprising way, given the beginning)…
“Resign thy Darkened Eyes”
Resign thy darkened eyes to sleep
For years of living have made you weary
And years of dreaming have made you old
I myself have shared my heat and volume
And did the kick open this door?
Or maybe it just fell out of place
For now only a galaxy flickered
With all its light made ambient
Refracted out of calcium wings into
Shapes all too familiar to the prey
But we’ve found for some small moment
A modicum of joy within the vessel
Replete with beating hearts and bated breath
And am I a vessel?
How do I control myself?
This machine is unrecognized
And of a foreign design
I mistook a streetlight for the moon
And started to climb
And now its been made abundantly clear
Why teenagers never dream of love
And astronauts never dream of heaven