WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:01.350 align:middle line:90% 00:00:01.350 --> 00:00:03.210 align:middle line:90% If what etches-- oh, I'm sorry. 00:00:03.210 --> 00:00:05.460 align:middle line:90% I'm just going to dive in. 00:00:05.460 --> 00:00:10.590 align:middle line:84% The book is made out of three long sequences of sonnets. 00:00:10.590 --> 00:00:13.140 align:middle line:84% This last sequence is called "No Address." 00:00:13.140 --> 00:00:17.550 align:middle line:84% And it does have an epigraph from Emily Dickinson, 00:00:17.550 --> 00:00:23.460 align:middle line:84% reportless subjects to the quick, continual addressed. 00:00:23.460 --> 00:00:27.210 align:middle line:84% And I'll jump a few poems into it. 00:00:27.210 --> 00:00:29.640 align:middle line:84% If what etches into your eyes leaves 00:00:29.640 --> 00:00:35.820 align:middle line:84% a small canyon in its trough, is there the chattering speech? 00:00:35.820 --> 00:00:41.910 align:middle line:84% I don't think it's enough to say images, seeing the still Aleppo 00:00:41.910 --> 00:00:43.710 align:middle line:90% pine needles. 00:00:43.710 --> 00:00:48.120 align:middle line:84% A tarp billowing at the lower winds are a weather. 00:00:48.120 --> 00:00:52.020 align:middle line:84% How long could you look in the foreground? 00:00:52.020 --> 00:00:55.830 align:middle line:84% A wet child appears who isn't you. 00:00:55.830 --> 00:00:59.760 align:middle line:84% The two bits of peeling white light she tossed into us 00:00:59.760 --> 00:01:01.950 align:middle line:90% feel like a skein. 00:01:01.950 --> 00:01:05.459 align:middle line:84% Await, water falling down your back 00:01:05.459 --> 00:01:10.380 align:middle line:84% in the bath, a salted, silver-edge negative pressing 00:01:10.380 --> 00:01:17.430 align:middle line:84% you to the steady light impulse neither of us will absorb. 00:01:17.430 --> 00:01:23.040 align:middle line:84% Winking in that light, all the while by its known waves, 00:01:23.040 --> 00:01:28.680 align:middle line:84% the state's cargo planes keep from folding into our street. 00:01:28.680 --> 00:01:32.910 align:middle line:84% Having lost a few people running in superfluity, 00:01:32.910 --> 00:01:37.710 align:middle line:84% the sky here behaves itself over a bamboo 00:01:37.710 --> 00:01:41.970 align:middle line:84% that grows wild or bedded with river stones 00:01:41.970 --> 00:01:45.810 align:middle line:84% hauled, come to rest their smoothing ends, 00:01:45.810 --> 00:01:51.540 align:middle line:84% but not the infinitive daughter, gone to running away with water 00:01:51.540 --> 00:01:53.145 align:middle line:90% as one of her rhymes. 00:01:53.145 --> 00:01:55.940 align:middle line:90% 00:01:55.940 --> 00:01:58.580 align:middle line:84% We live in the flight path of Davis-Monthan, 00:01:58.580 --> 00:02:01.270 align:middle line:90% so the planes come up a lot.