文章基本信息

标题：cold spring song.
作者：Robinson, Matt
期刊名称：ARC Poetry Magazine
印刷版ISSN：1910-3239
出版年度：2012
期号：December
语种：English
出版社：Arc Poetry Society

摘要：

 cold spring song     a fist, made and then un-made, your    jeans pocket, worked, like some barely    recollected friday night, its empty cases    and mis-steps; its dark seaming;    formlessness, and that knuckle you    fractured years back? it's now a bone-forked    fine just struck, now tuning this    unseasonably jarring april day, its chill    sleet music, with each exposure to the gelid    air. your re-knit joint first ringing    slip-shrill as a new-shattered icicle against    some nerve's tin roof; an ice staccatoed    treble splintering, then, simply:    nothing, then, ache. deep thrumming,    a slushed-marrow pang pulsing the base    edge of your hand; the face of a roughly    cobbled stone wall struck, over and over    again, again a fist, made and then    un-made.

cold spring song.

Robinson, Matt

cold spring song

   a fist, made and then un-made, your
   jeans pocket, worked, like some barely
   recollected friday night, its empty cases
   and mis-steps; its dark seaming;
   formlessness, and that knuckle you
   fractured years back? it's now a bone-forked
   fine just struck, now tuning this
   unseasonably jarring april day, its chill
   sleet music, with each exposure to the gelid
   air. your re-knit joint first ringing
   slip-shrill as a new-shattered icicle against
   some nerve's tin roof; an ice staccatoed
   treble splintering, then, simply:
   nothing, then, ache. deep thrumming,
   a slushed-marrow pang pulsing the base
   edge of your hand; the face of a roughly
   cobbled stone wall struck, over and over
   again, again a fist, made and then
   un-made.