Ghost Apples
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Katharine Coles
Katharine Coles is the author of two novels and six collections of poems, the fifth of which, The Earth Is Not Flat, was written under the auspices of the National Science Foundation’s Antarctic Artists and Writers Program. The recipient of grants from the NEA, the NEH, and the Guggenheim Foundation, she has served as Poet Laureate of Utah, and was inaugural director of the Poetry Foundation’s Harriet Monroe Poetry Institute. She is a Distinguished Professor of English at the University of Utah, and is currently working with Poet’s House to develop a program that will bring poetry into libraries and natural history museums.
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Ghost Apples - Katharine Coles
ANIMAL
LIVING WILD,
not being. Beauty is
a defiance of authority, feral
A falling back into arms
I trust, returning to something not
The same thing. Fetching,
I incline to fleece and flannel, raise
Myself each morning and feel
Flight in daylight, flight refining
Stars or meteors, body not defined
One way. What ruffles
Feathers, what my mind? If I prowl
Free among trees and grasses
Or traversing the pavements,
I am the catch.
LONG VIEW
Back when I wondered what
I had to do, I knew
I would know it when I saw it,
The way I would know a lion
Flicking her tail in the grass had
Fixed her desire on me. Back then
Each day opened itself, brilliant
And blank as empty glass. This
I knew of beauty: its hunger,
Its delicate provocations. And yes,
I believed the day waited to be filled,
And me to fill it. Only how
Would I ever open myself so far,
How could I pour without spilling?
ANIMAL
One can die. This
Numinous skin. The way
Flesh becomes everything
And everything around it
Taken in. Including all
It’s not but may anticipate
Or imagine. Including drag
Its belly; including perform
A hundred push-ups on a rock
And sun shining, all in
A day’s work, and
Curling up at day’s end into
A ball of self, under a leaf
Or thicket of softest green,
Waking again noticing
The sun has risen, not
Another day keeps
Coming up new, going by.
WHEN
I looked like a tufty
Someone would want to hold
Between his palms to stroke
Or squeeze because I kept
My claws retracted and my teeth
Looked small and milky between
Lips half opened. I let them
Pet me sometimes, what else
Could I do, and think my body
Was made for them though it had
Nothing to do with me. That
Was then. Now the lip’s
Upward curve, the fingers
Opened: do you see
Smile or snarl, invitation,
A paw beginning its swipe? You
Figure it out. I’m done helping,
Quieting, sending my mind
Anywhere else while
You take me in hand.
SICK OF GRIEF—
especially mine. Look outside,
Look in: our Henri whistles up
His flock across a jungle
And I answer. One will
Outlive the other and song
Continue. We love where we are
Loved. We don’t nest in treetops
Of course: ceilings and floors
Divide us, staircases and doors
Open up and through, you know
What I mean. If not, imagine
A small bird in the window,
Fanning open green and yellow
Wings for me to admire, green leaves
Dazzling, yellow sun come on.
SMALL