The Blues of Heaven: Poems
By Barbara Ras
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Survival Strategies
To dig for quahogs, to feel their edges like smiles
and pull against their suck to toss them in a bucket.
To feel the wind as a friend, to feel its current as luck.
To ignore Capricorn and Cancer presuming to slice the globe.
To know the lie in “names can never hurt you.”
To be a gull breezing the blue, eating nothing but clouds.
To measure your ties to the past by the strength of cobwebs.
To haunt the widow’s walk, its twelve narrow windows
each the size of a child’s coffin.
To watch the harbor where the Acushnet runs into Buzzards Bay
before it was named a Superfund site full of PCBs.
To wonder if that water you swam summer after aimless summer
could get you the way something got your brother,
too fast, too soon.
To bury or burn the whole family you were born to
and talk to them only through the smoke of letters
you torch at their graves.
To see a snake with a ladybug on its back
and still refuse to pray.
Barbara Ras
Barbara Ras’s first book of poems, Bite Every Sorrow, won the Walt Whitman Award in 1997 and the Kate Tufts Discovery Award. She is currently the director of the Trinity University Press in San Antonio.
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The Blues of Heaven - Barbara Ras
I
SALAD DAYS
How easy then, the fun house at Lincoln Park
before it grew into a field of weeds, you could buy
five tickets for a buck from a blank face in a booth
and enter the dark with your brother to be scared
by tilting floors, phony doors, corpses
bursting out of coffins, and once out into blue sky
run breathless to your mother and father, happy,
you could have called them salad days,
but why would you—no one in your family
had read Shakespeare—so you bought
French fries, doused them with malt vinegar,
the four of you, competing for your share
of potatoes improved by salt and grease,
and nothing in those early evenings free
of care could have prepared you
to be the last one left, the one
with grief to spare.
TAKE A CHANCE
From the drummer, take the cymbals, the crash, and high-hat
and walk like you’re shining. From the composer take "water
under snow is weary," sung by young voices in the timbre
of wind blowing through deer antlers.
From the organ-maker take the names of the stops, night horn,
vox celeste, and chimney flute, whose reverberations
could theoretically go on forever. From the gypsy,
take any castanets offered, and play them
first thing to get you out of bed, despite the news
of nine dead in Charleston who invited a white kid
into their prayers at the Emanuel A.M.E. Church
where he repeatedly shot the gun, whose one note
is death. Take a chance. Take guns away and ask people
to hum more, to whistle, if, unlike me, they know how,
to talk often, like baby turtles, who start
vocalizing inside their eggs.
Every river’s original name was water weeping, water
laughing. Take the call of a cricket or a ricochet of crickets,
each with its own thumbprint. Take the cry of a bushbaby at night
that narrows down to nothing the distance between it
and us, both our wailings scored by loneliness, shocking
the night air, calling for kin, calling for help to perpetuate
the species. Take a lesson from the bushbaby with its exotically
large eyes that see what we don’t see, its paws and mouth
that eat whatever they kill.
TUESDAY
And as usual, the next-door dogs are barking
at the hyenas they hallucinate at their throats.
Upstairs organ music is playing, Duruflé’s
Prelude and Fugue on the Name of Alain,
pipes full of loss and petals,
faith rises and fails, scarves in the wind,
while a man in the park leaves his wife for a woman
who has just given up a kidney for a stranger, and millions
of leaves and leaves and leaves fall in just half an hour.
The train blowing its signature moans
at crossroads mixes with the next howl only a death away.
What sound belongs to the children
split by the divorce, siblings thrashing,
everyone flailing. Where are the birds
that everyone knows and loves?
Some of us talk, some listen,
someone plays the role of Véra, who says gently to Igor,
sweetening his coffee, "My dear,
you are sugaring your shoe."
It’s expected that a raised eyebrow will be met
with a challenge, but derision, my little doves,
deserves a reply, fountain-penned on a slip of paper
and sent tucked into the smile of a fish.
ATONEMENT
I will work in fields of fire, I will stand under our one sun
until