Petted and Fussed Over: Empson and America
after Jules Supervielle
Cardinals, rollers, calandrias and tanagers, living flames, birds torn from the sun, drive away, away and away the cruel inertia which has seized my spirits.
Bramblings, chaffinches, is it you who’ll come and surprise with glowing feathers this torpor which has taken such a hold and gives up on each day without tasting it?
Free, I want at last to overcome this slackness, to see the sky mad with joy beneath an explosion of swallows, crying of a thousand other horizons, to live at ease at last in my brain’s gentleness.
If need be, to shake off this hardened sadness, I’ll hail, on the threshold of hidden forests, a haphazard flock of red and green parrots to crack open my soul in sparks of light.