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curlytopper · Posted: Nov 15, 2006 3:20 am Post subject: The Material

The Material
by Robert Pinsky

The moon-stirred volume of ocean sighed
Coconut tanning-oil and frozen custard.

Birch lions and dragons rode the merry-go-round.

A splinter of the herringbone cedar boardwalk
Might be teased from your finger with a steel
Needle purged of germs by a match's flame.

When the sliver was out they held it
Up to your eyes, with bits of your flesh or blood
Stuck to it. Some doctors believe it helps
To see your tumor or gallbladder floating in a jar.

If Nana sewed a button on my shirt while I
Was wearing it, she made me chew a bit
Of the same cotton thread to keep the stitches
From piercing the precious tissues of my heart.

On the Day of Atonement she sat upstairs.

The shul was within the sound of the Atlantic.

Across the street, Our Lady Star of the Sea
With the rumored mutable crackers and wine
Swathed in its shadows. Froth of Communion dresses.

Three round medallions filled the rainbow arc
Of our shul's jewel-colored Palladian
Window three stories tall, with three images:

The eight-branched lamp; the double tablets of law;
The Star of David: — Study, Obedience and Pride?
Or blessedness at Home, in Heaven and the World?

Eight and Two and Six inscrutable
As the narcotic English translation my eye
Might swim to from the phonetic surf of Hebrew.

Meaning secreted itself in the urgent uncomprehended
Syllables the cantor sobbed,
In the eight miniature gilded minarets,
Terra cotta pilasters and three high double doors—

In the velvet and silver fittings
Of the Torah you kissed only by kissing the fringe
Of your tallis, then reaching to press
That fringe to the cloaked scroll.

It flirted and hid itself in names, Sol Tepper,
Manny Horn, Isador Moss. Iossel, the ever-smiling "simple"
Concentration-camp survivor they treated like a child—
Grinning, but his dark round eyes like pictures.
Of the starved, the mutilated, orphans deprived of touch.

The same men called to the bima to pray by secret
Desert-names: Reuven ben Nachman, Moshe ben Yakov,
Yisrael ben Avraham, in wingtip shoes and neckties.

And with Nana upstairs Sophie Gorcey, Molly Joffe,
Suzy Diamond looking down from the balcony.

Nylons, hat feathers, double breasted suits.
Prescribed times to rise or sit or when those recently
Bereaved were supposed to leave the building
Or remain, or enter again through the three doors
Framed by four Ionic columns.

The church the synagogue the boardwalk, all razed now
Merry-go-round carted off: temporary as gestures,
Icons expendable, less enduring than names.

Made things like garments. Means. Conduits,
Like the dark vaulted cylindrical tunnel that led under
Ocean Avenue between the pool at Chelsea Baths
And the beach, where people descended from the bright
Stucco pavilions into the dark round mouth,
Then padded out onto the beach broiling in the sun:

Passageway of shadow from one blinding glare
Into a greater one, walkway invisible under the traffic,
Black damp burrow of the real, leading
From incomprehensible brightness to brightness.

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GreenBro · Passionated Vegan Talker Joined: 06 Feb 2007 Posts: 183

nice poem .....