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JS Venit
JS Venit was born in New York and emigrated to Belgium in 1980 where he lives and works. His poems have been published in the Partisan review, the American Poetry review, Literary Imagination and the Little Magazine. This is Mr. Venits eleventh collection of poems.
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I
ABOUT THESE POEMS
There is no hidden meaning
surface is what they are some
times they may seem straight
forward and sometimes they
may surprise you like children
who have taken unexpected paths
drowned in fog pulled down the
stars at night sometimes they
hang in the air or disappear with
out a shadow like sand or gravel
or the startled red fluorescence
exploding into spring but they are
always there erasing their tracks
on the verge of disappearing or
becoming something else always
changing horses in the middle of
the stream.
ALL THE FUTURES IN THE WORLD
This is one of those special afternoons
when time is slowly installing itself like
a nervous teacher. Clouds drift off as if
they were asleep melt into another non
existent horizon decipher the informal
reminder attending to you there. At the
border little helps September is closing
you speak Russian to your fluent samovar
bearing in mind that it may be behind you
or inside the bristling summer hay. Why
do you despise their similes it’s only an as
if as if something unlike itself were parting
from the herd. The clouds move north the
sky loves us like an easel but now it is
almost gone. Where did these lines come
from with their half-torn wings. Every day
matters including this one as it slips quietly
through your hands. You can fold me up inside
the exploding stars. Would they care or even
notice?
THEORIES OF MOTION
To be moving somewhere along
the way to be simply in Bewegung
this month I am return your message
from the plane we sell insurance
fictitious ballrooms out of the blue
to housewives horse thieves lobbyists
and forget to write things down wrapped
in disturbing wings this self-portrait
like a left hand imposed on his sleeve
undetected by the clouds. Stranger things
have ideas walking off the line into mind
less intervals. No these are not just like
mountains cowering beneath us as
momentum is to no one whose language
is not so likely to be judged. You loved
sharpshooters or villages on a hill and
whatever else might have been if it
hadn’t turned into something else.
ANOTHER DREAM
Have you unsung your song
untwined the ivy delivered
poison to the village well.
I look into the parcel of your
golden mouth and ask only
that you say that what I have
said and thought has not been
said and thought before or
at least not so often.
It has been many years
since the clouds behind
the embankment moved
and tilted north. Fruit falls
furtively to the ground the
deer wander by shyly on their
way to a stream you drive
home in the green canoe
that must kneel once more
on the floor of the house.
You dream again of dreaming.
ALLAH’S TEARS
At dawn the new apartments
rise the distance melts beside
the tents and makes up stories
for the storytellers but they don’t
believe everything they’re told.
Paint the sky with its rosy honey
feeling slowly on the way to you
like journalism set to music. We
can learn a lot sometimes by simply
disappearing. Allah’s tears trans
form the field of sleep and shine
beside you in another random
dream another random evening.
THE FEDERALISTS
Dates differ not just in matters
of field and time or texture but
like an inference from one oasis
to another. In some strange birds
appear like friends at night the air
leaves us tones that insist on being
burned like capital letters with their
implied powers religious wars hurricanes
misleading biographies sex workers.
History has happily unraveled over
the years but does it really need them
or would you too have been a Federalist
In the 18th century content to draw
iron in the snow to have Molière for
distraction cycling between the various
circles of heaven their pastels withering
like indigo or quinoa in the polar light.
And what is the likelihood of the many
who come after us being more or less
precise than the very many more who
came before stretching back toward
a distant conversation wherever they
may find themselves later.
SONNET CORDIALE
How did we manage to forget
the heart whatever comes along
the road hums securely in its idle
way the occasional peep being
always welcome. And now the
only traces that remain are invisible.
At the end of the day perhaps a better
question to ask one’s friends than
the encircling powers the ones that
cling with what powder being bitter
powder and so nearer to fair than
most imagine clattering down the
path where the uneven houses know
us. Snowballs started out that way
building slowly until momentum
was attained. Conundrums