A POEM TO GRAVITY It is about time the earth remembered us. I will sing for gravity, neglected Who else will? Shuttles could be half the size
and use half the fuel. Pull the curtains too, rethink the
morning Hold me, love me, tie me up and drug me. Who wants to be un-earthed anyway? Your belly and knees, your toe and
elbow, Take heart, I'll get to them yet. For now, it's enough to know |
A POEM TO GRAVITY Paul |
ON A POEM TO GRAVITY A Poem to Gravity has to be one of my favorite poems. It, too, began with a fairly determined goal: to write outright about gravity. I had never realized how often the word gravity popped up in my poems until Rodney Jones went through my manuscript and circled each one. I also wanted to write a sort of twentieth century version of a seventeenth century love poem. John Donne is a touchstone for me and I loved being able to invoke his spirit. At the same time, I loved infusing the poem with all the ridiculous pop culture. This poem along with two others (The Myth of Contentment and Living Underwater) form a kind of trilogy: The Myth of Contentment floats around the moon; A Poem to Gravity is resolutely earth-bound; and lastly, Living Underwater dives into the sea. |