ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S GRAND FUNERAL MARCH

a tight-cropped raccoon staring full of question

in the green leaves in front of an intricately tiled wall
a white panther spews water
into a pool of lilies

320 days a year you’d be hungry

an owl in snowfall

three landscapes, including a road through a desert

a smiling fisherman holds a salmon
the length of his leg

twelve neckties a father would love:
none of them fit for the office

roulette wheel with a ducky decoy
for games no player can win

egos as a blindfold
tied with leather work gloves

the pink smoke, uncoiling
wordlessly

shocks of wheat
around a woman in dream

two more windmills

half of the sky, a rusty eggshell

a flame
as an open door

a clock and classical portrait suspended on ribbon

wind mill manufacturers in Batavia, Illinois

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see the full set of
Partitas, click here.

PRELUDE & FUGUE 46/

cruelty that arises from bitterness
spanning a rocky streambed

*   *   *

the Japanese bow to India
with its dry ferns and maple
with its fronds becoming a cob of ribbon

in the dry fronds of Japanese
ferns and half-devoured cobs
the Indian maples bow and dry

cobs of corn and fronds
in Japan the Indian bows
as the ferns and maple

dry fronds of Japan maple
cobs of Indian corn from
stepping down to the streambed

a staircase cruelly arises
from rocky bitterness, yes, a staircase
cruelty that rocky that bitter
from that staircase cruel, yes,
arises rocky and bitter

~*~

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see all 50 Preludes & Fugues, click here.

TRIANGLE

the pack, as in cards or dogs
or the one after

Enigma Variations but it’s snowing
and there are no birds

finally, a female
cardinal

teapot and cup
beside a four-poster bed
with the long shadows of sunrise
on a plank floor

I love you truly madly deeply

mountain laurel and a Cigar Store Indian
unpainted carved wood

this relationship has changed

four State Supreme Court Justices, their backs together

a Portuguese woman
walking the beach with a TV set balanced atop her head
as the husband waves

leathery kelp as “cloven tongues”

the orderly farm in the Shenandoah overshadowed by two tall silos

nine pitchforks hanging in three rows in a shed
with two gasoline cans and four spades
on tool pegs

a map of Sturbridge Village

a pack of poets or painters or ex-lovers or actors or dancers
could be a loaded deck, all right, shuffled together
4-EVA

at the Hague, then Edinburgh
in the burning letters, her third line
how flat, stretched out under the sun

“Your crimsoning lips”

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see the full set of
Partitas, click here.

PRELUDE & FUGUE 35/

red maple on gray rock against
vertical tan stripes
the pooling and hill

*   *   *

blue-eyed moth on yellow chopstick folder
star lilies against horizontal green striation
Chinese river scene, the coin inscribed
from a tickle-free zone of “Dried Dark Plums”

red maple on gray rock against vertical tan stripes
pooling under a blue-eyed hill of moths
over another yellow river, the Chinese “Dried Dark Plums”
held aloft on scenic chopsticks or inscribed coins

as folded red maple on gray rock against vertical tan
line up between the pooling and hill of star lilies
as horizontal green striation from a tickle-free zone
the blue-eyed river inscribed with yellow moths

as “Dried Dark Plums” are maple red on gray rock
against vertical tan striped pooling water buffalo work
in a wet field of chopsticks between star lilies open
against the blue-eyed horizon with its variations

as coins and moths inscribed in yellow Chinese
calligraphy, the tickle-free zones become a river scene
for a “Dried Dark Plums” holder of chopsticks
made from red maple in their tan stripes

as the gray rock against vertical pooling
toward the hill of star lilies and their horizontal
green striation from a tickle-free zone
water buffalo patiently work a field

~*~

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see all 50 Preludes & Fugues, click here.

COURANT

with closed eyes, a bare-shouldered
young Victorian woman
and black gloves
holds the exploding champagne bottle
upside down

the next leg of your journey has been canceled

smells the foaming

am I waking?

I keep forgetting where I’ve been
(where I put this or that)

who said what
even me

on the horn: “the One who shall not be named”

keep trying to admit
where I am

the raised garden beds as love letters

how others perceive that negative side, especially,
certainly, toward me,

an ambulance with its lights flashing
at an intersection beside the Laundromat
is forced by congested traffic
to wait for the light to change

it’s Friday and I’m running late

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see the full set of
Partitas, click here.

HARVARD’S GREAT THEATER

The aspirations are obvious.
The aspirations are obvious.

 

Instead of gargoyles, just look ...
Instead of gargoyles, just look …

 

Memorial Hall in Cambridge is a high Victorian Gothic building erected in honor to the Harvard University men who died defending the Union in the American Civil War. One end of the structure holds Sanders Theatre, an intimate, wood-toned Globe-style auditorium – one we treasure for its Christmas Revels productions each year. The other half of the building embraces the Harry Potter-like Annenberg dining hall. The two parts connect at a marble-lined hallway engraved with the names of the fallen Harvard students.

 

Even on a cold, blustery day, it's hard not to be impressed when approaching its entrance.
Even on a cold, blustery day, it’s hard not to be impressed when approaching its entrance.

 

Imagine trumpets from every portal. Not that the Revels do it ... yet.
Imagine trumpets from every portal. Not that the Revels do it … yet.

 

Greater Boston is a rich and varied destination – the Hub of New England, or the Universe, as they used to say. Living a little more than an hour to the north, we’re well within its orb.

PRELUDE & FUGUE 34/

the angel Aquarius, with a bare foot pointed to the stars
reclines on a stone bench
in front of a domed courthouse

*   *   *

Vermont green in decline where money
was once transformed into Corinthian columns
and porticos overlooking lawns high over reflected
water as much as the Grand Hotel first-floor porch
the length of a building that would blast your yuppie façade

hidden opposite a kitchen under an atrium lined
with classical Greek busts inscribing some tryst
in Greek drama nightlife countered by the classical proportions
of a domed courthouse goddess in laurel and a red gown
far from the masted ships in a storm, her arms bared

her bare feet Vermont green, reclining where
once money was made carving Corinthian columns
uphold a portico on a Grand Hotel high over the water
with a first-floor porch the length of the lawn and
your blasted yuppie façade hides a kitchen under an atrium

its shelf of classical Greek busts inscribed with dramatic
trysts countered by classically proportioned nightlife
behind a domed courthouse goddess in lilac and laurel
and a red gown mast stripped in a storm of Vermont green
to such bare arms, bare feet now in decline

there was once money to be made behind Corinthian column
porticos on lawns high over the waters of the Grand Hotel
porch the length of your yuppie façade kitchen
atrium with classical busts and dramatic trysts
countered by dome nightlife courting a Greek goddess

in laurel and red gown stained glass, a Greek revival mansion
with four pillars and broken colonnade dividing a green lawn
from a tall hedge statuary in a gray-headed cemetery
the angel Aquarius, with a bare foot pointed to the stars
now intertwined with tree
(Ursula, Arctos of bear legs and bear paws)

reclines on a stone bench in stained glass statuary
in a gray-headed cemetery (Ursula, Arctos of bear legs
and bear paws) revives four pillars as the angel
Aquarius, with a bare foot pointed to the stars reclines
on stone bench broken colonnade dividing a green lawn

from a tall hedge now intertwined with trees
in stained glass statuary in a gray-headed cemetery
(Ursula, Arctos of bear legs and bear paws)
reclines on a stone bench with no uprising of life within it
this Greek revival mansion with four pillars
broken colonnade dividing a green lawn from a tall hedge

in stained glass the angel Aquarius, with a bare foot
pointed to stars now intertwined with trees
statuary in a gray-headed Greek revival mansion
with four pillars, the angel Aquarius now intertwined
with no uprising of life within it dividing a green lawn

~*~

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see all 50 Preludes & Fugues, click here.

NORWEGIAN POLKA

a violent angel atop an apple

in the solitary tree set in a meadow between blue ridges
or the stream bounding over boulders

it’s important to dream

a dandelion amid violets

marigolds blooming against gray tree trunks
or swim trunks

the stone arch at the bottom of the Cocheco Falls millworks

to be sharing a home

old women in a grove – long skirts, white blouses
buttoned at the neck
a large ribbon in a child’s hair
a man in a white dress shirt sits against the base of a tree
(natural outing)

I made bacon and eggs after chitchat and coffee

Ralph Page, swinging a partner wearing saddle shoes

agreeing summer’s passing altogether too quickly
reflecting last year

boulder at the mouth of the cave or tomb
or my emotions, I am
for now, I want to go nowhere
fearing the angel or the earthquake

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see the full set of
Partitas, click here.

PRELUDE & FUGUE 33/

four pale sets of lips
rimmed in frost
prayer flags and the Potala

*   *   *

prayer flags and Potala of burning Buddhas
in rocky arena “251,” plus that Tibetan Red Tara’s
recipe for Himalayan incense prayer flags and

the Potala of burning Buddhas in rocky “251”
four burning bushes in the recipe for Himalayan incense
prayer flags plus Tibetan Red Tara recipe for incense

four burning bushes, four pale sets of lips
the Himalayan prayer flags and the Potala recipe
names “251,” plus the rimmed frost of burning

Buddhas in a rocky arena of four burning bushes
prayer flags and the four pale sets of lips
as recipe for Himalayan incense prayer flags

rimmed in frost of burning Buddhas, Hari Om Tat Sat:
the hairy WHAT? pale sets of lips burning
Red Tara in a prayer flag recipe from the Potala

~*~

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see all 50 Preludes & Fugues, click here.

PROCESSIONAL

an agenda
old business, new business, negotiations, nominations
and new business

to lay out our varied projects,
without all these miles between us half of the time

the grace of the functional line
a keel, a shaft
the arrow or passage itself

Joy & Anger

parked on a downtown street

strewn with flowers or
the time when everything of ours can be in one place

a lobster in a wineglass

a speedometer

an early SAAB fitted for racing

an antique light bulb, a glowing vacuum tube

the interior design
to accommodate mechanisms and man

a hand reaching upward

a bowl of imperfect apples

An avid Sox fan.

a slew of calls
a slew of dolls
a slew of idols

a double-blade broad ax

after that day on Plum Island

I’ve never again looked
at a kite or a diaper
quite the same

Poem copyright 2016 by Jnana Hodson
To see the full set of
Partitas, click here.