April 11, 2011

Dana Levin: “Smoke”

Posted in Poetry at 9:00 am by The Lizard Queen

Smoke

The schoolhouse is red, as it’s supposed to be.
And the smell of woodsmoke, like a fire, like a fire.
Where are we going, my nation my loved one,
in this valley like a sink with no drain at the bottom
where you and I trudge through the snow.

Where are we going, my nation my loved one,
in this pit of water where we’ll drown come Spring,
in this poem without instruction,
without point or moral,
where the smoke stands in for the flame.

—Dana Levin, 1999

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