Tuesday
15Aug2006
15 love
Tuesday, August 15, 2006 at 08:12PM I should have left.
Graciously excused myself, said my goodnights.
This would have been appropriate.
All night you have your back turned.
Select New Poems are exactly that - they are select, which means that I put the poems here that may indeed fall into other categories, but i feel belong here as well. So perhaps then these poems are dipped twice - once in one section, then repeated here.
There are poems here that date back several years, and that keep on coming. Many have been published in print or online, but wherever they have been, it has always been an honor, and most of all, it is an honor to have you read them here now.
This is the best i can offer you now. I hope they read to you as music and that they have a cadence and a rhythm all their own. Perhaps sometimes i hit, that they register with you. This is the most any poet can ask.
winter, 2007-08, Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti
Tuesday, August 15, 2006 at 08:12PM Tuesday
27Feb2007
3:30 a.m | sweet
Tuesday, February 27, 2007 at 10:15PM Such exacting words:
One exchange on a grey bittersweet day, things we.
Love comes at inconvenient times.
Wednesday
30Jan2008
a hard rain
Wednesday, January 30, 2008 at 09:07PM The soft rain streaks the windshield.
Makes of it a lens through which the world is a vivid, unclear watercolor.
Today the further shore is further.
I cannot see from here to there.
Monday
07Aug2006
a private stigmata
Monday, August 7, 2006 at 04:46PM The waters are murky. A green pond, pollen-cloaked rich.
Through it all, I seek some clarity.
Some mathematical equation that will dole out the variables –
cut knife-like through the thickness of this moment,
Wednesday
06Oct2004
a season of hell
Wednesday, October 6, 2004 at 03:25PM Nothing is safe from these. they choke all. A tap root reaching ever deeper, dives for the source, suck the bone
Friday
28Dec2007
a winter's tale
Friday, December 28, 2007 at 01:04PM Words do not come easy.
What to do about summer’s love undone.
Splitting laughter has turned to winter’s spitting wind.
Saturday
02Feb2008
access denied
Saturday, February 2, 2008 at 04:32PM Do you have all that you need?
Or do you still feel the bleed of the cut?
Blood rich-thick iron-rich; it will kill you in the end.
The end never does come tho; the future indefinite.
Monday
18Oct2004
afterward
Monday, October 18, 2004 at 03:26PM Nothing changed.
I hardly expected,
though part of me wished.
Sentimental to the death.
Friday
08Oct2004
All the silent dears
Friday, October 8, 2004 at 03:14PM sadi ranson-polizzotti, poetry, new and selected, "All the Silent Dears." You are gone. Such surprise; I am not lost without you. The tide still comes, retreats each afternoon I see the sea. She licks each ankle in turn. The sun still sets, yet rises. She?s ordinary like that. Her fat, round
Saturday
03Jun2006
Alright
Saturday, June 3, 2006 at 12:43PM If you keep telling such stories ~ how then to stay so angry?
I count your 18-plus and so softly-spoken apology
Each sentence lands duck-tail, curved as a feather.
Does my quick and spreading blush give away my forgiveness?
So you are mine… am I yours?
Saturday
03Jun2006
and so it is written
Saturday, June 3, 2006 at 12:25PM Honey, just a spoonful:
You are not even here to remind me.
It is as if you have vanished into the ether –
why, it is as if some other had come quite literally inbetween!
a block, a football stock between us, practice, practice, practice.
So you do. You practice the keeping away and you succeed – at least for now.
Thursday
26Jul2007
another poem
Thursday, July 26, 2007 at 08:14PM with so few words nightly you bring me to the cusp
of where i begin; such place that i have you warm
still on my tongue, the salt-cilantro taste of you as i chart
each curve, turn, spiral balanced on the tip of just this
for now, for now, for now
Tuesday
31Jan2006
arrival
Tuesday, January 31, 2006 at 02:02PM It has been more than a month.
One month since I have seen you,
One month that I have felt this awful yearning
I moon about – a teenager with whom
no one who speaks the language.
So when the day comes. I arrive early
at the airport. Watch as each plane lands,
Tuesday
04Mar2008
automatic writing - unedited
Tuesday, March 4, 2008 at 05:20PM So i was seething because he hadn't shown up, but after a while even that gets as boring as olives in martinis and predictable too and i never figured myself for predictable. if anything i've been or he tried to derail me anyway, and quite successfully for a few months when i wore way too much black and i truly mourned and sat shiva for more than the requisitite number of days and sometimes i still do... can you sit shiva off and on...? What would Shiva do? Head to the Mitzvah (Mitzve) and purify, purify, purify. I drink purified water and wonder if i cleanse the insides too, does it work that way? Or do you have to really shave everything off and clip your nails to the quick and be dunked so that the water runs up your not so jewish nose because really, you're only half and you've got that slight hook but not enough that most people notice, except these two guys in Paris who once guessed and you wonder if it was a bet between them. That the one would say to the other, She is! Mais non! Mais oui! Who knows; qui sais...
Friday
02Sep2005
because you bothered...
Friday, September 2, 2005 at 11:31AM So predictable. You come around at the usual hours
leaving your anonymous missives; words barbed-wire
thick that long ago lost spike and bite.
Wednesday
30Jan2008
black dream
Wednesday, January 30, 2008 at 09:13PM Me now in my blacks pouding the avenue with my ballet-slippered feet.
They lead me nowhere through the deluge –
- A widow lost in the city; an out of place orphan on the page.
One swipe of the red-pencil and I am erased.
Wednesday
30Jan2008
blank
Wednesday, January 30, 2008 at 10:09PM The day is vacant;
Where you ought be there is only emptiness
this and the howling pain of a sharp stone driven in again and again.
I stumble, I fall, I trip.
Saturday
20May2006
blank sheet
Saturday, May 20, 2006 at 04:50PM Your S.O.S. is bright but not blinding. When I draw near it blinks off,
A light unsure of itself, as if there never was any emergency.
How to speak then of the frustration of the ship that draws near –
that comes bearing those sustain life-sustaining gifts and you ~
you spend your time casting hand-shadow foxes on a low-ceilinged sky,
Thursday
19Apr2007
blue melisma no. 1 | in the moment before
Thursday, April 19, 2007 at 08:17PM So easily you string it together; quickly shedding off syllables.
What will you do? What now that they have fallen to ground, irretrievable.
This could be the moment before the big boom.
Thursday
19Apr2007
blue melisma no. 2 | what you fear
Thursday, April 19, 2007 at 08:19PM It’s a blue note: a one-two on the trip-slip of the lip
that glides a smooth, silver-flash harmonica–
It is an embellishment. A melisma unnecessary,