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March 16, 2013


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Sista C

That flower? Nah. Gotta be the wolf.


I tend to think so, too, Sista C.

What's the card that the poet is drawing in the 9th line?

I swear I can't figure out what this poem means and how the title relates to it.


Is "Page of Swords" related to "Game of Thrones"?


I vote for the wolf too. Because of the line immediately before it. "feeling frenzied".

Sista C

Yeah. It's too oblique for my taste. That last line--'know you understand' ?? Yeah, right......
This poem won an award?!


The whole collection won an award, Sista C. This was the shortest poem in it, I think.

I don't think of wolves as "feeling frenzied". Don't lupines (flowers) look "fenzied" in the wind?

Sista C

I reckon those flowers could be frenzied in a good blow, Flannista, but it's a stretch to think that he meant that, for me, anyway. They do kind've look like swords, though.


Sista C, that's an interesting observation that the flowers look like swords.

What about the "call me" line? I take that as a reference to the wolf as well.

Sista C

That's good, Matiss, I didn't catch that initially-but now that I read it again, I agree with you.


Flann, I think we need to ask the Poet Laureate about this poem.


I linked up the "call me" line with a wolf call, too, but beyond that, I do not do not understand. I like the image of breathing into your hips, though. Kinda makes you stand up straighter. Do those flowers have hips, or is that only roses?


I do not, do not understand, either.

Looked up what the judge of this prize said about ERUV (the name of Green's collection) and Carl Phillips wrote:

ERUV “reminds us how essential wilderness is to poetry—a wilderness in terms of how form and language both reinvent and get reinvented; meanwhile, the sensibility behind these poems points to another wilderness, the one that equals thinking about and feeling the world—its hurts, its joys—deeply and unabashedly, as we pass through it."

If nothing else, we're thinking about this thing.


And yes, Matiss, we must discuss with the Poet Laureate.


Just got your reference to "hips" and "roses", barista.


Sista C

I gotta ask you then, what good is it, (as a poem), if no one reads it and has an 'aha!' moment? If we puzzle over it til our puzzlers are sore and still don't get it? It's nothing but disposable words.


"Nothing but disposable words"? Yikes, Sista C. The poet's entire collection won a HUGE and PRESTIGIOUS award.

I'm still going to puzzle. At the moment, I think the poem is about Mrs. White in the kitchen with a candlestick.


My pastor friend emailed me:

Hello Friend,

Was just about to return to your blog to try an answer to the question about "lupine". Couldn't the poet be referencing both? If so, nice juxtaposition of opposites!

Pastor has a point, no?


I think the card the poet draws is the Queen of Hearts.

Sista C

Yeah, we'll I saw a roll of toilet paper in a gag shop one time that had 'HUGE AND PRESTIGIOUS AWARD' printed on it.
Perhaps in my next life I'll be more evolved. I'm still that diamond in the rough stage.


Not to worry, Sista C. I fancy myself a more experienced reader of poetry (compared to most of my beloveds) and I don't get this one.

Here's a clue -- the title of this collection is ERUV, which means:

" . . . an urban area enclosed by a wire boundary that symbolically extends the private domain of Jewish households into public areas, permitting activities within it that are normally forbidden in public on the Sabbath."

Perhaps we need to be Jewish.


The Page of Swords is a Minor Arcana card from the Tarot. It shows a page with a sword and turbulent clouds in the air. It is about passion and following your passion which is what I'm sure the person in the poem is going to do after the object of his passion places the card in her/his breast pocket.

The "call me" phrase reminded me of the Carly Rae Jepsen song, "Call Me Maybe" which everyone was singing for awhile. At the end of the video, the object of Carly Rae's affections gives his phone number to a male band member and leaves Carly holding her number in her hand.

Breathing into one's hips is a way of raising sexual energy. Now don't everyone start practicing that technique.

Lupine are very phallic flowers which one dictionary defines as "striking, erect flowers". Lupine also refers to wolfishness which we associate with unbridled passion.

The last two lines are clumsy.

I'm glad he won the award. There's no accounting for what rates as good poetry. Flann, what happened to all the punctuation? Is punctuation a thing of the past in poetry or is it that many of today's poets don't know how to punctuate anything?


One last thing: having just finished reading over 850 poems submitted for a local magazine for which I'm one of three poetry judges, I can tell you there's a whole lot of stuff out their that's not understandable to me. But, what I like in poetry is certainly not what other people like.

Perhaps like any art, beauty is in the eye of the beholder or reader.


I had no idea that Page of Swords was a Tarot card. I bet neighbor Emily would have known, but she was busy getting her home ready for a big St. Patrick's party last evening. But that clarity does add some clarity to the poem, though I agree that the last two lines are clumsy. Thanks for the enlightenment, half-a.

Also, if I had to read 850 poems in a contest, I'm not certain I would still be human by the time it was over. The Poet Laureate has to do this all the time. Wonder what he thinks.

e.e. cummings started the sans-punctuation trend didn't he

[I purposely left out the punctuation in that last line.]


Don't know who started it but now a lot of poets seem to enjoy leaving it out of poems. I think it's more ignorance of punctuation than making a statement of sort sort.

I bet the Poet Laureate drinks more when he has to read all those poems.

Like I know you know you know you understand you know.

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