FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
3
Sean Sexton
Time
In my life, there have always been cattle. Year in, year out, there hides a calendar written with fire.
cattle, generations, time
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
5
Sean Sexton
Field Work
Morning. The land is an open hand. You enter the field of rising mist, drop your blade into the tilth, and take off- cutting its face and grain, turning it upon itself, rending roots and rhizomes, grasp of the previously entered: coterie of squatters, beggars, and importune lives that hold no lease in this world save that which we all hold.
field, farm, labor
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
8
Sean Sexton
Palms
Those tall, thin pillars just reach shaggy heads they tie to the ground.
endurance, tree, growth
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
10
Sean Sexton
Ditch Cleaning
It brings up the past (A steel dinosaur feeds in the distance, perched on the ditchbank along the road). This house of strain rolls full-scream on tracks, swinging boom-borne buckets through the air, a grab at a time.
ditch, fish, seafood
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
14
Sean Sexton
Spring Light
Like truth too strong to know at once, this early light of spring - its harmful radiance, keeps everything huddled in shade.
spring, sun, seasons
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
17
Sean Sexton
Last Days
Among these last disconsolate days of summer, I lie on the daybed after lunch gazing through window screen.
summer, evening, light
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
19
Sean Sexton
Song of the South
Salt the melon, wound its sweetness with salt and eat!
singing, melon, cooking
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
23
Sean Sexton
In the Pens
This morning I return to retrieve what we left in the dark. Scattered around the table and overbrimming trash barrel at the center of the workplace, tools and litter of our labors: shovel, prybar, hammer, nail bucket and saw, hotshots, sorting sticks, plastic worm-medicine containers and dose syringe, fly-dope reservoir and gun,
tools, equipment, mess
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
27
Sean Sexton
Feed
Everything in the world clamours for it.
feed, grain, storage
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
29
Sean Sexton
Blood Writing
In the place of horns is that crazy writing that says nothing, everywhere in red.
fence, blood, bulls
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
30
Sean Sexton
The Dragmark
I will not speak of the dragmark except to say it was made without intent - a phrase of weight against the ground.
death, calf, birth
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
32
Sean Sexton
Chaos
Has no parent form. Not the couplet of calf that won't suck, cow with swollen, ground-dragging udder, huge, impossible teats.
danger, fear, life
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
33
Sean Sexton
Arithmetic
All dressed in dew, the earthbound butterfly is two!
math, counting, nature
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
34
Sean Sexton
A Horse Dies Beneath You
It's like getting your bearings in an earthquake. His last step taken and the descent begins, brick by brick - the horseflesh building you're atop implodes, crumbles to the ground,
horse, death, memory
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
43
Sean Sexton
Posthole Digger's Dream
He knew something inside her like the softness
dream, hope, work
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
44
Sean Sexton
This Morning
The last Sunday of the year in the church hour, while the children are away, cattle fed, and chickens turned out in the yard,
love, marriage, morning
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
45
Sean Sexton
Domesticity
Slowly, with certain regularity, we get done what we ought.
family, struggle, chores
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
46
Sean Sexton
Burial of the Freezer Items
Brought together on the drainfield mound, items evicted from a crowded freezer by an irate spouse. Things intended as painting subjects, objects to study and draw, inedible possibility en masse, committed to common grave, after months (if not years) of suspended animation, to include A la Carte:
frozen, death, burial
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
51
Sean Sexton
State of Love
It is simple to say I love you. Morning wakens us shed of animosity, weathers of anger dissipated, passing like a front in the night.
love, kiss, sleep
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
52
Sean Sexton
Ode to the Workshirts
Finally he wore out the workshirts taken from the rack of what used to go to town on his or his father's back.
shirts, labor, memory
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
54
Sean Sexton
The Doane College Choir Girls
The smell of the Doane College choir girls lingers in the house.
choir girls, smell, hope
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
55
Sean Sexton
By Which Sin?
By which sin did she perish, hen of golden feathers, decapitated, and hanging in the fence, just outside the pen this morning?
chicken, distraction, fox
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
59
Sean Sexton
After Love,
I peer into your watery gaze, pool of reflection in my eyes.
love, laughter, sex
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
63
Sean Sexton
Metamorphosis
Then one day you put the tractor in gear, rev the engine and drive straight into the gate.
change, crash, fence
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
65
Sean Sexton
Poem of Device
The trees across the way are gone and with them summer's green alacrity, lush golden lampshades of spring.
trees, deforestation, memory