Paper House
By Jean Janzen
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Paper House - Jean Janzen
PART I
INVOCATION
The Frisians still keep cows
in their houses, down the hall.
I hear them bawling in first light,
and turn in my guest bed.
I’m in childhood again,
tossing on flour-sack sheets.
But now the milky dawn
pulls me back into dream –
a congregation of cows is joining
mine; doors swing open,
the bulky bodies shift among us,
hooves and horns, as we make room
and embrace them, our faces pressing
against the wide bellies. All of us
fed and washed under one roof,
singing together at dawn,
our longing and need rising
into the rafters. All of us
in the field, grazing and lying
down together in the cool,
redolent mud until a child
calls us, and we follow, cows first,
single-file, their udders and tails
swinging us home.
DECEMBER 1933
The body remembers, even the newborn,
last light drifting against crib bars,
crackle of the stove, a figure moving
past with a lamp. Then stomp of boots,
chatter, and song – children’s voices
around a resounding piano: "Of the Father’s
love begotten, e’re the world began to be,"
tones clear as water held in air.
It is the night when the whole world pauses
to listen. I will be carried under starlight
following the singers into the schoolhouse.
A crowded room, scent of fresh cedar
and damp wool, the silence of unlit
candles – beauty with its edge of terror.
Conceived in fire, I will survive by fire.
The ancient story streams through
the throats of children, pitches of creation
melting icy windows in this black century,
my small body held against the warm,
familiar beat, I am, I am.
TABLE
There is nothing to eat,
seek it where you will,
but the body of the Lord.
– William Carlos Williams
Hen running in the field,
her stunted wings spreading
without lift or flight.
And yet, the quick dance
of her scratching claws.
She raises a circle of dust,
she settles into it.
Light of the world
in every speck against
her feathers,
nourishing fire
in the crushed worm
caught in her yellow bill
and in this bright yolk
on my plate.
And from the blazing grass
through