April is a-- well, it's according to the Academy
it's National Poetry Month, but I noticed on the Poetry--
on the Poetry Center it just says
April is Poetry Month, which is the right idea because National
Poetry Month is [INAUDIBLE].
[LAUGHTER]
But actually, it turns out April comes up in a lot of my poems,
so I thought I better whip out a couple of today.
This is called "Jack's boat".
It goes forward and it goes back.
"April is the seduction of the world,
and yet language is the whirlpool.
Which tears up the tree and throws it aside?
The king's daughter now plays, but seriousness...
In the occupation of the imagination,
the lachrymose sky gushed indirectly no more:
The Thief of Sighs had been there!
The tree consumes the same place as the imagination
but is not, burning in itself and green, that thing.
But is not, burning in itself in green,
that thing the tree consumes the same place as the imagination
of equal size had been.
There the lachrymose sky gushed indirectly.
'No more play but seriousness in the occupation
of the imagination' sighed the king's daughter.
Now languisher, the whirlpool, which tears up the tree
and throws it.
April is the seduction of the world.
And yet."