FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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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
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
66
Sean Sexton
Vision
How do we come to see what we see? The goldfish caught against the intake pipe of the aquarium filter where he struggled for hours unseen, calf slow to rise at the far end of the field, sticks like a warped penny in a slot of your mind as the herd drains through the gate into fresh pasture.
pasture, death, notice
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
68
Sean Sexton
Winter
As if color had been banished from elsewhere, these birds appear
winter, white, birds
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
70
Sean Sexton
Communion
Flashes dance the ceiling over silver trays filled with white cubes, passing through the pews.
communion, church, chickens
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
72
Sean Sexton
Summer Heart
I'll wait all summer, as I have, to feel August's air cross the room rendering ceiling-fans silly, catch the children colds and begin the glacial return of the covers to the pillows.
summer, love, patience
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
73
Sean Sexton
Your Life, Your Death
This is your life, your storehouse of things - the dust, dirt, and mildew your life attracts, on surface of the idle things of your life.
workshop, tools, craft
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
83
Sean Sexton
Elegy for Cathy
Dear Cathy - The very book in which I write wouldn't be in my hands but for your.
death, elegy, memory
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
85
Sean Sexton
Paris Suite
The way here is exacting, requires a certain discomfort and lack of sleep.
artists, history, paris
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
87
Sean Sexton
Insect Poem
Angry little ant - it is your job to bite me, mine to crush you.
ant, bite, crush
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
88
Sean Sexton
Kansas
June, 1996 from the NCBA Young Cattlemen's tour
plains, america, kansas
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
90
Sean Sexton
Woman
Life flows from mighty woman, legs like trees growing from her roots, defying her own gravity of a kind space probes report from other planets (a teaspoonful, the weight of twenty elephants).
woman, attraction, man
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
93
Sean Sexton
Album
In the album, pages of old photographs of lives gone by - that beautiful past with its great future still struggling to arrive. Little did they in the pictures know or forsee us, not as we can look page by page, into the sepia softness and see them:
photos, album, history
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
98
Sean Sexton
To the Organ
To speak this thing, begin with the fundament:
organ, song, orchestra
Blood Writing
Sean Sexton
FOLK COLL 11 S-75
118
Sean Sexton
The World
One thing at a time is what the world says, as I get up for more grits,
world, book, grits