Double Sonnet
the table is crazy
If you have arrived
Please write “arrived”
In the sand on this table
You are more beautiful than
Never still moving away see-through water
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of you
By accident in exit exiting in dissolving
Unparticulars
You are more beautiful than
melting hailstones on the back of a runaway horse
Absurd
I have finished
It has been described to me
As a real physical feeling
the last and most prolific stage of the forever uncertain
I knew how to do it from childhood, I knew how to do it
From werewolves and bats and dead horses,
Never a day without buzzards somewhere revolving,
Singing in circles they seemed to be scarcely pretending
Not to know they were going, so persistent, so
Casual to never have touched one,
I think of a friend who's being a mother, protecting,
Protecting,
You can feed me
Into one of the frantic
Living machines
I'll come out salty, shredded, astonished
A real physical feeling
Has been described to me
—Dara Wier
About the Author
Dara Wier is a professor in the English department at the University of Massachusetts Amherst and the author of nine collections of poetry, including Hat on a Pond, Voyages in English, and Reverse Rapture
