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Ammons Bloom
Ammons Bloom
Ammons Bloom
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ambition for the poe
obsessions, as in Sphe
What was the mode of his speech when he still addressed the wind? I
go back to the earliest Ammons, to the ephebe who walked "the
bleached and broken fields" near the North Carolina shore, listening to
the wind yet not being inspirited by it, but rather punished into song:
"the wind whipped my throat." He "swayed as if the wind were taking
me away," but knew already that: "unlike wind /that dies and /never dies
I said/ 1 must go on/consigned to/form that will not/ let me
loose/ except to death." Except for an occasional chat with a mountain,
the young Ammons seems to have relied upon the wind for most of his
conversational company. The most poignant of these early encounters is
called The Wide Land:
alterations of height
So it came time
for me to cede myself
and I chose
by or in nature. Ammo
is a poet of the Roma
The best account of
Weiskel, who emphasi
to float the orb or suggest the orb is floating: and, with the
mind thereto attached, to float free: the orb floats, a blue green
wonder: so to touch the structures as to free them into rafts
that reveal the tide: many rafts to ride and the tides make a
place to go: let's go and regard the structures, the six-starred
easter lily, the beans feeling up the stakes: we're gliding: we
beats any amusement park by the shore: our Ferris wheel, what a
wheel: our roller coaster, what mathematics of stoop and climb: sew
my name on my cap: we're clear: we're ourselves: we're sailing.
Part of Ammons' meaning is his loss of this Sublime sense that as the
bard he is up ahead of us somewhere, waiting for us like Whitman. No,
he says, he is sailing with us, floating along, and he also is going to lose
his cap. His poem has no center, because he is its center, as Walt w
earlier, but the Emersonian self once wavered a touch less than now
must have its way by the brook, lie out cold all night
along the snow limb, spell by yearning's wilted weed till
the wilted weed rises, know the patience and smallness
Everything begins at t
of mind:
the dazed eyes set an
dissolves actual trees:
He turned and
stood
exhilaration
sucking him up,
shuddering and
lifting
him
jaw and bone
and he said
what
destruction am I
blessed by?
Patricia Parker, in what I judge to be the best essay yet written upon
the poetry of Ammons, observes the curious centrality of this rejected
poem in the geometry of the Ammonsian heterocosm:
But I will not end on such a tone, for this great poet demands more.
Though for him "the apple falls sharp /to the heart stoned with time," fo
him also the last word is more central. Like Whitman, he ends with the
sun, and with the fruit of existence uniquely radiant at each fresh
encounter. Here are the lines that he chose to end his Collected Poems: