Post by louisa on Oct 20, 2008 2:59:25 GMT 2
Lazarus (1st draft)
Inside the rock on which we live, another rock.
So they believe.
What is a Lamb of God? People use this phrase.
I don't know.
I watch my sister, fingers straying absently about her mustache,
no help there.
Leaves stir through the house like souls, they stream
from the porch,
catch in the speaking holes, glow and are gone.
what Prince Andrei said when they told him Moscow had burnt
right down to the ground.
He said Really?
A man who had been to the war! had seen our lives are just blind arrows
There he sat
on his cot all the same, trying to get the string to the bowhorn.
Actions go on in us,
nothing else goes on. While a blurred and breathless hour
Poem comes From Men in the Off Hours
, and also found at www.griffinpoetryprize.com/shortlist_2001.php#excerpt
Other sites where you can read and hear Anne Carson's poetry:www.griffinpoetryprize.com/see_hear_poetry.php?t=12www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/317www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/10/06/081006po_poem_carson
And on you tube:www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8y5SvhpbwUwww.youtube.com/watch?v=zK44lArPXYc&feature=related