This is an interesting poem, all about hinges! The double spacing is the way it appears on the page in Perennial Fall by Maggie Dietz [811.6 DIE], and I suspect that spaces also act as hinges.
Perpetual Between
A book a hinge, the page a hinge.
The mind, this way and that, a hinge.
Your hand, opening the music of
the instrument, a hinge. The instrument
a hinge. The mood hinged upon
the song. The song a hinge. And you
and I--o metaphysicians--hinges.
The body hinged: the jaw, the lids,
the valves. The house a hinge, holding
things in and out. The moment opens,
closes, opens, closes. The night. The clock.
The thought. The heart. The door. The breath.
Very rhythmic, don't you think? I find it to be quite an appealing little poem!
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4 comments:
I love this poem - so clever. Definitely earmarked - thank you for introducing it to me.
I am so covetous lately - I want the hinge in that photo, and I want the doors it joins, and I want the house (I imagine) the doors are in, and I want the view out whatever windows are in that house. Want, want, want. (And oh, yes, that's a lovely poem, too...Maggie Dietz was Pinsky's assistant on the Favorite Poem Project, wasn't she?)
Fascinating! I will keep this one to return to.
Julie, Maggie Dietz did work with Pinsky on the Project, and, she co-edited the resultant anthologies, Americans' Favorite Poems and An Invitation to Poetry.
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