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“The Air is Paved with Fire” and “Nebraska territory, 1853. for Alfred Corn” “Love Poems” by Charles Bane

The Furious Gazelle is continuing to serialize Charles Bane’s new book of poetry, Love Poems. You can find more of his poetry here.

The Air Is Paved With Fire

The air is paved
with fire; you are there
and I and in privacy
I sense the larger end
of land, and a wild and
waiting sea. None, my
soul, is small
upon its course
of flames and I oar
upon your love of me
to a waiting Face that
looks for me in flashes
of the dark.

 

Nebraska Territory, 1853. For Alfred Corn

I love the brilliance of this
hour; simple calico is turned
to Joseph’s coat and your
upturned face does not permit
transient light to wheel and disappear.
No furrows mark your cheeks and
I long to lengthen lines of joy
about your eyes, and dam them
high against the beat of flood. Emmaline,
our crop is heaped into flowered
fields, and our book of days is
waiting to be inscribed, one
generation at a time.

Charles Bane, Jr. is the American author of The Chapbook ( Curbside Splendor, 2011) and Love Poems ( Kelsay Books, 2014). His work was described by the Huffington Post as “not only standing on the shoulders of giants, but shrinking them.” A writing contributor for The Gutenberg Project, he is a current nominee as Poet Laureate of Florida.

I Wrote In A Hospital Bed; I Only Arrived

The Furious Gazelle is continuing to serialize poems from Charles Bane, Jr.’s book Love Poems. Read more of the book here.

I Wrote In A Hospital Bed

 

I wrote in a hospital bed
and you darted like a particle
that cannot be said to be here
or standing there but in its wave
makes material what is water or,
loved beyond reckoning, falling
down in gentlest snow;
the poem came easily now and
I would never feel like this again. Continue reading

“Listen” and “For Troy Davis” from Love Poems by Charles Bane

Listen

Listen: when I was a child, I explored the jungle of ferns
near my house on the island where the hibiscus close like
shutters at night. I found sometimes living things and
scooping them up, felt them beating in my hands. I blew
between my fingers and thought they would remember the
signature of my soul when they were free. That is how I
love you.

 

For Troy Davis

You were not a monster,
but gold robed and smiling,
shyly looked directly at a
camera lens and held a thumb
up as Emmet Till might have
done if he had earned a degree;
I wish I could have set you
free; there are flocks of you
migrating in the long and
practiced curves of boys who know
the difference between a cage
and the beat of air beneath
uncreased wings.

Charles Bane, Jr. is the American author of The Chapbook ( Curbside Splendor, 2011) and Love Poems ( Kelsay Books, 2014). His work was described by the Huffington Post as “not only standing on the shoulders of giants, but shrinking them.” A writing contributor for The Gutenberg Project, he is a current nominee as Poet Laureate of Florida.

The Furious Gazelle is continuing to serialize Charles Bane’s new book of poetry, Love Poems. You can find more of his poetry here.

“Forever Now and All I Might Have” and “In Paris” from “Love Poems” by Charles Bane, Jr

The Furious Gazelle is continuing to serialize poems from Charles Bane, Jr.’s book Love Poems. Last week’s poem can be found here.

Forever Now And All I Might Have

Forever now and all I might have   been. I have never loved like 
this. Never everything. Never from  town to town, or where I lay asleep;  
or my hand straight and deer watching  
as they take, hollowed before dark  
and venturing to where day breaks.

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