This is a poem called "Blue Does Yellow"
in certain slants, which I know was written quite a long time
ago.
Because my daughter, Kate, who's a junior in college
now was a young baby of two days when
we had to take her back into the hospital because
of her yellow color, of her jaundiced color.
Which is pretty common, but totally freaked me out.
And I remember sitting up all night
and watching her under the blue light.
So the title is "Blue Does Yellow" referring to light.
And I don't even know what I was doing in the poems--
spending hours watching a baby move, just move
and tumbling back and forth.
And I wanted to make a poem which moved that way.
I didn't really care what it meant, what it said.
I just wanted to move that way sort of like music moves.
Pit or pitter pat, and is that a drover and an open door?
A coup in the corner, border of a telling a legend in time.
Ink spilled, much gentle forest origin, corner of wood.
A step.
A step, and a turn into a green and clear,
where something is and, and string to a point.
An edge and a trust, a line to thrust
to a plane with and with a call toward front only.
Only not first or second not only the reward.
The reward being a told time.
This was taken front lens to leans to one carrot, a stick,
and a bitter, bitter foraging, still align,
and remind, still a line.
Eyeglasses are guardians to what, to what?
From mine to yours upon a blanket and a stretch
to make a round, around, our round.
Clench, stretch, clench, stretch, turn formerly,
a knee formally.
She forms an ally under a tree, under the under,
light contains a skin and yellow does blue to you remove, blue.
A white room to look into lay down, down
form a line, bent from the hip and arm alarmed to the south
runs into cloth and clear edges knock.
Knock on the wall, a weight and tall longing to a fall.
Weight rises announce, announce risk into merriment.
Apart aspirate and mark a noise and reach, a reach for.
Around and a side to side to side from the beginning,
from the middle humming a song, a mourning song,
to the station alive to home.
Find the dog, mind the door after a day and a night
after to please the please the tongue.
After hours amused the minute prior, watch eyes watchful.
Come and call occasion, corner upon square.
One for toss to toss out, not out.
Then star on blanket, answer with head,
eyes up follow words across a cross stick.
No puzzle petals around the fold or not.
Forgive is known and can't be fiddle, fed.
Harmonics include a clue led to meadow, Eddie."
Skipping to the last of these.
"Happy to breast, to move to room, answer, cry, why.
Food or dream again from other than, other
sings night to rest upon skin.
Skin upon again to lay eyes, lay eyes
upon another, not a room alone, a home two, three
and everything through moves.
Hopeful sing to corners and, and, and, and.