To the Dark Angels. Books. Jared Smith. The New York Quarterly Foundation, Inc. New York, New York

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1 To the Dark Angels Jared Smith Books The New York Quarterly Foundation, Inc. New York, New York

2 NYQ Books is an imprint of The New York Quarterly Foundation, Inc. The New York Quarterly Foundation, Inc. P. O. Box 2015 Old Chelsea Station New York, NY All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. First Edition Set in New Baskerville Layout by Macaulay Glynn Cover Photo by Jared Smith Author Photo by Deborah P. Smith Library of Congress Control Number: ISBN:

3 Contents Shivering Between Beings / 13 The Early Storm / 16 What We Don t Talk Of / 17 Auden s Apartment / 18 In the Farthest Sky / 19 Einstein s Brain, Divvied up Now, / 20 When We Moved / 22 The Professor s Den / 23 This Woman to the Dark Angels / 24 Looking for Life on Mars / 25 Among so Many Opportunities / 26 In That Three Miracles at Least / 27 Apartment 62 / 28 Streets of Macadam and of Cobblestone / 29 Not Owning an Address / 30 I ve Only Started to Become Aware / 31 Voyagers / 32 Insomniac / 33 Equinox / 34 My Father s War, Again / 36 Pick to Shoulder Against Stone / 37 Two Ends of a Shoe Lace / 39 Artemidorus on Art and Dreams / 40 The Weather Maker / 42 Front Range on Fire / 45 For Dinner Shared Their Meat / 46 Bobolink Trail / 47 Lake Peterson / 48 Because the Animals Lust / 49 In Walls of Wood and Stone / 50 A Murmur in the Background / 51 Unexpected Things / 52 Prelude to a Drought / 53 Report From the Fire Division / 54 As One, All / 55 The Neighborhood News / 56 In the Cinema / 57 vii

4 Among the Early Discarded / 58 It Seems Enough Almost / 59 In Epiphany / 60 Today so Cold Each House in the Valley / 61 A Poet, His Wife, and Words / 62 After Our Argument / 63 It Is as Much the Dog / 64 Beyond Quantum Physics / 65 Broadband Man / 66 Ode on an American Earning / 67 Alien in the Beasts of Burden / 68 The Feral Gardener / 69 A Most Important Day / 70 Uniquely the Same / 71 Moments of Poets I Remember / 72 Disturbances / 73 Back Briefly to the City / 74 People Making of It What They Will / 76 Having Almost Forgotten Why I Was Here / 78 And so to Home / 79 And Shadows in the Room / 80 Making Little Things of That Which Is Big / 82 Why Are You Here? / 84 The Reason in Cigarette Butts / 85 viii

5 What We Don t Talk Of Our language is one forged from fists slammed down on desks, from Teutonic storage bins forged from fire for cold steel weaponry. It is a scaffolding for science measured and contained too small; a brittle thing matching the metal that places fences in our pockets. Our language does not understand nor have words for sunrise coating and enmeshing autumn grains growing where water meets the land. It does not understand the lightness filling the dark between trees at night. The wind moves between its words as though they were but dried shells. Our language but mimics the eyes of fox stealing the eggs from chicks or taking meat home for the pups. Our syllables get caught in its fur and brushed out by brambles scattered to fleshless tangles of rage. Our language is one of frustration, unable and unwilling to be flexible, unwilling to listen to the words of welcome that come from your lips, unwilling to forgive what it does not know. 17 All rights reserved.

6 In the Farthest Sky How sun triggers the green fuse one fiber at a time back away from its roots into ethereal fire that dries to ash home to home across light years, where light years have depth beyond time. How sun triggers the entire chain of space back upon itself, a star from within stars fervent with alien life across time. How many life forms rise up into that fire. Each one, and how many stars fire the fuse across whatever lies between them that their dust the dust of nova nights blows to green filaments across chance. How many chances cross these infinite miles. Perhaps we are one species, green fern and the fox that lies down upon its fronds the corona of its eyes lighting time where we come upon it in the morning then looking deeply into each other s eyes stones scattered almost silent beneath our feet. How sun carries this deepest of gazes beyond enveloping our DNA, our souls, our fear and our love in energy packets traveling dark beyond beyond until they reflect in some something, perhaps a microfilament lying idle in the ash of what once was and what will be. 19 All rights reserved.

7 Looking for Life on Mars Spotting it will only enhance its camouflage, but there are certain attributes that will define it. It tries to make itself look pretty but not like a sunset. Immortal, but not like a stone. It likes to clean itself and multiply among like, moving rapidly from one place to another much like sand grains meeting the River Styx but with the intention of coming back for more. It most likely has a social structure but does not spend time in front of a computer. Has eyes that filter red sunlight at night. Drinks water as if it were the driest of dust. Is small on a planetary scale but large cosmologically. Stands out sharply from its stark surroundings like a digit on a disc in a distant cloud universe. Gives off noxious gases when no one is looking. Hides from things that burn holes in the ground. It is likely to be as hungry as the wind. 25 All rights reserved.

8 In Epiphany Seen in the snow last night the dark creatures of your dreams thrust their chests against each other, whistling until the small birds of your hands answered, unweaving the nests that kept them warm and offering the bright globes of their future to whatever wind would have them. All across the Front Range men dropped their pencils and ran to warm their windows with the eyes of time. Fire was urged from the darkness of logs that lay buried in living rooms, but something larger and darker than these, something wild with the seeds of shadow loped backward across the whitened fields, something maternal with wind in its mane. 60 All rights reserved.