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Three Poems
Maxine Chernoff



Notion

The lunar sublime,
whose berries, dispersed
by winds’ distant ledger,
tell of the slumber
of bees swallowed in sun’s
ripe task, location and
calling, destined,
as bright delay marks
increase and issue.


On that shore you were dying,
erased, by rustling in the dream-leaves,
as the nest in the rushes is
looted by a brief red notion.
On what earth did we measure
the choirs of deluge and frame?
Whose eye witnessed our
cellos and landings, as if
chased from pretense?
Whose bright feathers
drifted over our empty hands?







Invention


                                             “Daylight disbanded the phantom crew.”
                                                                                 —Edith Wharton



The sentimental is a rumor,
Inexorable memory
of cottonwood seed
left in its husk, of
a grief spent down to dust.
No question arched
towards lucidity, its quivers
oil- and water-worked.
How we land is
called the drowning.
We launch paper boats
into reluctant space,
speak of containment
as if it were a plan.
Your last avowal
has left the station.
There you stand,
without a witness,
consigned to speak as
words lift off the page.







Argument

its feathers
laced to
breath of sky
and molecule,
blasphemy and rapture,
the berry its
beak holds in
abeyance of hunger,
no issue,
the branch
no harangue,
the berry and branch,
its call and
response,
the material
world holds
issue, no issue.




Author of fourteen books of poems, most recently Here (Counterpath), Maxine Chernoff is a 2013 NEA Fellow in Poetry and the 2009 winner of the PEN USA Translation Award. She chairs the creative writing program at SFSU and has taught at Exeter, England, SLS, and the Prague Summer Writing Program. Her poems are featured in the first edition of Best American Experimental Poetry.