Jun 13, 2015
Five Directions to My House
Juan Felipe Herrera, 1948
1. Go back to the grain yellow hills where the broken speak of elegance2. Walk up to the canvas door, the short bed stretched against the clouds3. Beneath the earth, an ant writes with the grace of a governor4. Blow, blow Red Tail Hawk, your hidden sleeve—your desert secrets5. You are there, almost, without a name, without a body, go now6. I said five, said five like a guitar says six.