What I’ve Been Reading: Rita Dove, “All Souls'” (2004)
Here's a post from the blog archives of Geekery Today; it was written about 3 years ago, in 2020, on the World Wide Web.
From The Best American Poetry: 2004, eds. Lyn Hejinian and David Lehman, pp. 73-74.
Starting up behind them,
all the voices of those they had named:
mink, gander, and marmoset,
crow and cockatiel.
Even the duck-billed platypus,
of late so quiet in its bed,
sent out a feeble cry signifying
grief and confusion, et cetera.
Of course the world had changed
for good. As it would from now on
every day, with every twitch and blink.
Now that change was de rigueur,
man would discover desire, then yearn
for what he would learn to call
distraction. This was the true loss.
And yet in that first
the two souls
standing outside the gates
(no more than a break in the hedge;
how had they missed it?) were not
thinking. Already the din was fading.
Before them, a silence
larger than all their ignorance
yawned, and this they walked into
until it was all they knew. In time
they hunkered down to business,
filling the world with sighs–
these anonymous, pompous creatures,
heads tilted as if straining
to make out the words to a song
played long ago, in a foreign land.
— Rita Dove (2004)
from The New Yorker
Roderick T Long /#