FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
The Last Hard Parts
Someday your last hard parts will be discovered scratched off a road, dug out of a ditch, held in rock or scattered by the sea:
bones, fossils, death
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
34
Sean Sexton
Above Portland
Each moment redraws the mountain above the city from the Rose Test Garden, on these seldom clear hours of evening, Mt. Hood, omniscient, glimmering.
portland, garden, flowers
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
35
Sean Sexton
I Thought
I thought the floor was wet when I stepped on a penny,
penny, beliefs, speech
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
Sketches of Georgia, 70 MPH
The sky at twilight, well past the border, is pink as a pink bedsheet. There's a change in feeling at the state line, difference in the body politic, or perhaps history's grain running a different direction.
road, fruit stand, history
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
37
Sean Sexton
Over the West in Flight
Nothing below is the color of my life:
airplane, mountains, water
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
38
Sean Sexton
From a Cafe Window - 8 AM, Washington, DC
Pedestrians hasten by outside. An Amerasian woman rounds the corner in her SAAB, driving her brief automotive history around town.
cafe, business, foot traffic
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
39
Sean Sexton
11:30 PM [After Listening to Brahms's 1st Piano Concerto at the Neighbor's]
At the edge of tomorrow, I share the couch on the terrace beneath the porch light with our old smelly dog, Annie, curled, breathing heavily in a kind of peace.
cigar, nostalgia, dog
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
43
Sean Sexton
Sunday Evening Lament
While we were at church this morning, our neighbor gathered his herd and hauled calves to the stockyard for tomorrow's market. His cows are crying tonight,
church, herd, crying
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
45
Sean Sexton
Out-of-Season Calves
appear one day, revealing things gone wrong in the irretrievable past.
calve, birth, conditions
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
46
Sean Sexton
Early Hour
In this hour the light barely holds the sky and enters our room.
morning, mist, sky
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
47
Sean Sexton
The Barren Heifer
Today is the day, the last crimson dawn for the barren heifer, a truck to the abattoir, soon to arrive.
heifer, barren, meat
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
Mud
There's a story of the cocksure dairyman who formed and poured his parlor, stoop, and alleys with concrete, swearing then, "I'm finished with mud for good!"
mud, rain, dust
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
49
Sean Sexton
The Empty Tomb
What might have been a fallen star, glittering in the distance became the dreaded sight - a heifer in trouble, calving.
calf, blood, milk
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
52
Sean Sexton
Not
Not the listless woods these days, their ongoing summer song same as the year-round sound in my head.
forest, calf, seasons
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
A Judgement
The gate slides open, and a heifer steps on the scales.
scales, auction, gates
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
Old Fence Posts
Cut before days were kept, this remainder - glittering, lichened, stacked between two trees, bellies, arms, legs, of a long ago gather, hewn to lengths, shorn of ankles, feet, and knees. Now missing where they soughed and stood, from rooted arisings of what was good.
fence, pioneer, church
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
56
Sean Sexton
The Beekeeper
He came on Summer afternoons, Tuesdays at two, punctual as the morning star, to sit for a portrait, six months after Minnie died. I suggested this thinking of the good it would do us both.
bees, dance, honey
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
59
Sean Sexton
You Got Your Pocketkife on You?
I'm wearing my pants ain't I? my grandfather would say.
preparedness, knife, cutting
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
60
Sean Sexton
Flint of Being
The cow's tooth fragment I found, glittering in the grass, on a walk in the field - is keen to the touch as a risen sun in the eyes.
teeth, cow, mouth
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
Last of the Calves
At the gate, the last of the calves balk, turn back as toward some great wisdom, fleeing to the fond allure of the past, their last suckle, perhaps - anywhere, save through that loathsome door just opened in the world.
herd, calves, butcher
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
Transformation
We hauled six loads of dirt into the front pen, raised and leveled the grade - spoiled all its poetry, made a dry lot - good for work, nothing else.
pen, dirt, construction
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
The Leftover Cow
we discovered moving the herd to the next pasture couldn't rise as we drew near. We dismounted, got behind to pull her tail and help her up. She nearly stood - failing at last, rolling, dropping like an airplane without wings.
herd, mother, pregnant
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
Cow Landays
Old cows stand in the quiet and wait, as young cows linger and cry at the empty pen gate.
cows, slaughter, death
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
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Sean Sexton
On the Path
The eye is a foot on the path that scales the tangle of smilax, grapevine, and wild honeysuckle, does so unscathed by shards of the shattered mirror flung to the foilage from the bright morning.
pathway, wildflowers, sight
May Darkness Restore
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-74
70
Sean Sexton
For Tommy and Sally Jan
Your love has come like a summer storm. Before I saw you, I felt you, looming in the distances of my heart. When I beheld you, the air turned cool and full of sound, electricity laced the sky.
love, weather, devastation