Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Tuesday Poem: "Ecstasy," by Hayden Carruth


For years it was in sex and I thought
this was the most of it
so brief
a moment
or two of transport out of oneself
or
in music which lasted longer and filled me
with the exquisite wrenching agony
of the blues
and now it is equally
transitory and obscure as I sit in my broken
chair that the cats have shredded
by the stove on a winter night with wind and
snow
howling outside and I imagine
the whole world at peace
at peace
and everyone comfortable and warm
the great pain assuaged
a moment
of the most shining and singular sensual gratification.

Published in Scrambled Eggs & Whiskey (Copper Canyon Press).




For more about the poet, Hayden Carruth, see:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hayden_Carruth

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