National Poetry Month: Poem for the Day
THE ROOM IS A FOUNTAIN IN EXPERIENCE
by Claudia Rankine
Though a previousness, cushioned by dark, aggregates the room
(for there is no disparity),
a room is brought into existence, the activity of--
Here Liv is letting herself feel as she feels, her will yielding to
streams, the lyric field of her everyday depths.
Her presence is. It's come along, is lost, is loss, is wallside
reconciling: can I love now please?
Or in inclusion she bursts into a hood of tenderness: the body's
anguish and flesh and all reflected in the absorbed atmosphere
soaking her being,
then the self feels deeper the depicted insistence engaged, its
essential nest, its scape--
And always and each contiguous thought, approaching the
distance, augments. Viewed against, the mind reshapes and here
is refuge without its tent.
All thatÕs resolved plots against her dividing self, binding her as
if any intervening space is recess for
her grave, an equivalence overlaying presence. Can I love now