Songs of Hannibal: Homesongs, Love Poems of the Sensual Variety & Other Works (including Selections from Boyhood in Hannibal)
By Joseph Welch
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Songs of Hannibal - Joseph Welch
The House That Dad Built
When I was young enough to swim in my yard
on a hot summer afternoon in Hannibal
in the old not-so-galvanized steel washtub
feeling with my toes the rusty dents on the bottom
and always maintaining out of a certain caution
a heavy sheen of water on the scorched sides
I loved from trust and example
the man who cut our grass
and built a big sandbox around the elm
with six different seats
in six different corners
for his six different sons.
Homesong
Only a good morning’s walk downriver
might bring any traveler
to the top of a bluff
overlooking an island
where bald eagles winter,
wrapped in eagledown
all but the eyes,
and on the same road along the bluffs
hawks might be seen
dipping and gliding
and diving through the humid air.
And a friend’s house
(because once, thirsty
on a bicycle, I drank
from his spigot,
and another summer
he offered my brother
a piece of watermelon)
though I don’t know his name
I always bless his house in passing.
Perhaps because of this
I have found the scent of
honeysuckle in Hannibal
to overwaft fine Kentucky bourbon,
heavy on the lips and sultry in the eyes
and perhaps because of other things:
onetwothree on Linda
still
if the Harriets are gone or going
there are some Henrys yet
and Marks
but Mark will always be
a part of Hannibal--an effluent
like the great river
come again gone
but not unfelt
like the Bear Creek morning mist
crowning down our valley
through all our bones;
the maiden crop
softer and sweeter from thirteen to sixteen
with toys in the heads
unformed yet
to tools and the city’s dreams--
enough cars and meat and diplomas
to list and stamp with jade.
So unpin and drop in any cowpath
this restless suit;
lay it unsought and uninquired by the hooved traffic
that the wind of my home
might blow truer of the storm and dew
and bay higher to the spattered sky
drawing with it my own.
Eve is thought to be unborn here
(where vacant lots run riot with wildflowers
and bottles are either not broken
or soon covered by the hills
crawling
silently
down
on pilgrimage to the brown god)
but lacks only the age,
for a child someday
maybe
five years or fifty,
when my seed or those whom
I have touched and somewhat taken
christen Eve
for Becky
is nearly gone too
because of the age.
Painter’s Lullaby
High on a ladder,
lugging the long midday heat
and earth calling from the battlement
to press headlong my ear to her song,
the first urgings inviting response
as a dominant note calls a tonic
as Hendrix’ love for a guitar
created his early passing
when it knew no cradlesong
so sweet as the needle.
But I will be a painter not a musician,
stopping my ears with dirt and caulk,
for the grass cries soon
from the ground as it croons
just below me.
Casey Jones loved a great machine
and bled upon it as it sang to him,
for