{"id":75,"date":"2011-04-12T17:37:32","date_gmt":"2011-04-12T17:37:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/localhost:8080\/wordpress\/?p=75"},"modified":"2015-05-17T01:36:06","modified_gmt":"2015-05-17T01:36:06","slug":"the-coast","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/the-coast\/","title":{"rendered":"The Coast"},"content":{"rendered":"<audio class=\"wp-audio-shortcode\" id=\"audio-75-1\" preload=\"none\" style=\"width: 100%;\" controls=\"controls\"><source type=\"audio\/mpeg\" src=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheCoastVx3.mp3?_=1\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheCoastVx3.mp3\">https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheCoastVx3.mp3<\/a><\/audio>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I. The Sea Birds Land<\/p>\n<p>Blow blue ribbons of the squalling sea,<br \/>\ndip, down, dip and duck the spray go<br \/>\nbirds, mingling crops of the sea,<br \/>\nthe tin sea, blue, gold, white-tossed.<br \/>\nAbove that ten ton thundering border<br \/>\ngorge through the breast the giant coast rises<br \/>\nwith bright fearful eyes of frost<br \/>\nflashing their black-grained<br \/>\nsalted lids.<br \/>\nTo see! To see!<br \/>\nBlood in the eyes in the fiery waves<br \/>\nhaunting the corpses of the sun.<br \/>\nWhacking the waves,<br \/>\nthe birds come;<br \/>\nfeeding in the dark halls,<br \/>\ntheir legs rove.<\/p>\n<p>II. Two Strollers at Low Tide<\/p>\n<p>I walk over rocks strewn like stones of old castles,<br \/>\nseaweed smell in my hand.<br \/>\nAbove on the fighting slopes<br \/>\nthe woods are shadowy, slendered by darkness.<br \/>\nThe polished fires, the stone fires of the sea<br \/>\nflame out of the night, I hear<br \/>\nthe goose quack, the slithering<br \/>\nof water in ferns, blowing<br \/>\nsupernatural words to the smooth stones. If the land<br \/>\nbreathes, if stars upheave, break out in frenzied<br \/>\npoints of warning\u2014burst the radium<br \/>\ndawn glowing agate distant, the bright cheek\u2026<br \/>\nAs I walk in madness stolen from sleep<br \/>\nand the sea upfolds its lips<br \/>\ngleaming, unlovely, sad\u2014the meadow-started<br \/>\nbird becomes a dungeon of grief, remnant of the stalled past,<br \/>\nout of place. Now another figure small as birdsong<br \/>\ncatches me. The green air washing. My shadow bent.<br \/>\nThe sand swelling light dissimilar on two faces.<br \/>\nThe wind height offshore moves<br \/>\nand mist springs coil into light.<\/p>\n<p>III. A Rose Breaks Out<\/p>\n<p>Lovely and undetermined, the rose<br \/>\nin the cliff\u2019s side, the spark of time,<br \/>\nasphalt and timber breaking in<br \/>\nsoulless solstice moon bright\u2026<br \/>\nHeaven bright, reach these hands into the bruising light.<br \/>\nEyes luminous, lovely,<br \/>\nLight<br \/>\nin the varied world, eyeing our savage eyes<br \/>\nstrangely, think of us<br \/>\nfair, hold to us, light,<br \/>\nlight before sun waves spilled<br \/>\nin our green graves,<br \/>\nlight under blades, beginning light<br \/>\nthrough first eyes\u2019 sight.<\/p>\n<p>IV. Frightened Child<\/p>\n<p>Striking at the heavy branches,<br \/>\nI ran through the ghost grey thickets<br \/>\nmoon-filled with exhaustion,<br \/>\ntrackless, unknown, pursued by the<br \/>\nfainting hordes of breath who held me down<br \/>\nunder the shingled light to gurgle<br \/>\nthe faint pool\u2019s restless life.<br \/>\nMother knew I was afraid<br \/>\nas I told her<br \/>\nmyself.<br \/>\nIs heaven<br \/>\nearly that<br \/>\nit defends?<\/p>\n<p>V. Listen<\/p>\n<p>SsssssT!<br \/>\nOn the thunder lightning like glass rivers<br \/>\nover mordant mountains<br \/>\nstreaming gave the soul blessing,<br \/>\nthese geese like the fir\u2019s buckshot<br \/>\nspreading and beating and making a new wind<br \/>\njust under the moon\u2019s shimmering.<br \/>\nIn all weathers<br \/>\nyou may come down to this lake<br \/>\nand drink its sap<br \/>\ndeep.<\/p>\n<p>VI. Lovers<\/p>\n<p>Your tears point,<br \/>\npoint past my heart<br \/>\nand I hear the flapping wings<br \/>\nrising above the squalling sea.<br \/>\nNo\u2014<br \/>\nnot yet, my luscious!<br \/>\nLet the thud of the beat dismay the senses<br \/>\nof a lingering confusion.<br \/>\nWe have this when<br \/>\nin the moment before morning,<br \/>\nday, the fluting flowerlet<br \/>\nholds back its naked bird,<br \/>\nwe\u2019ll feast our love,<br \/>\nand drink our time!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>https:\/\/oderickson.com\/ode\/wp-content\/audio\/TheCoastVx3.mp3 &nbsp; I. The Sea Birds Land Blow blue ribbons of the squalling sea, dip, down, dip and duck the spray go birds, mingling crops of the sea, the tin sea, blue, gold, white-tossed. 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