(on a collage by Ludwig Zeller)
I sat on a cliff by the sea.
I heard
and heeded
the deep
sounds
of liquids
inside the box
of water.
Play, play, play
the strange
music of the sea.
Oceanus
girding earth places
himself
closer to the Goddess
receiving
in mouth the slow
misplaced
likeness of other seas
fades into
waves rising with
large
mollusks as greater
waters
begin illuminating the
night. Crashes of thunder burst out
amid flashes of lightning the fish
and the
creatures of the world
jump out of
the water and rejoice.
A
gaping breach brings
inside to
outside
of water and echo of
strange
land animals returned
to the
origins of water. In prayer
is woven
the route to the sea of stars
in their
eyes: night is day with
inverted
milky way contained
inside
folds of shell surrounding
us.
While we delicately strum on string
ridged
instruments the polyphony
of fish and
all living things is
resurrected
in deep sea: this throat
bails
out the masses of salt water
these
lips surround noise the music
of the
waves and their sound rise
like mountains of foam.
Beatriz Hausner [photo credit: Maria Vega] has published several poetry collections, including Sew Him Up (2010), Enter the Raccoon (2012), Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart (2020) and She Who Lies Above (2023), as well as many limited edition chapbooks. Hausner’s translations of Spanish American surrealist poets have exerted an important influence on her own writing. Hausner has edited many publications in the past, including three issues of Open Letter, Ellipse magazine, is the poetry Editor of Exile Quarterly and is the Editor of Someone Editions.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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