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Two Poems

Two Poems A R T H U R S Z E spring smoke The minutes ooze into a honeycomb gold. He reads in a recently discovered notebook that in 1937 his grandfather refused to collaborate with the puppet government and was kidnapped in Shanghai, held in a smoky loft where he breathed through a hole in the roof while his captors unloaded, reloaded revolvers, played mahjong. He stops to adjust the light, wonders if the wasp nest lodged on a beam in the shed is growing. His grandfather describes a woman who refused to tell where her husband was until they poured scalding water down her throat and crushed her right hand in a vise. He looks up but cannot see stars through the skylight. He senses smoky gold notes rising out of a horn and knows how easy it is to scald, blister, burst. This morning when he pulled back a wood slat to open the gate, he glimpsed a young pear tree blossoming in the driveway. Now he stops and, in the gold hush, is startled to hear his blood circulating. the angle of incidence Whatever he sees when awake is death-- she wants a juicy apricot, or http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Two Poems

Manoa , Volume 12 (1) – Apr 1, 2000

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A R T H U R S Z E spring smoke The minutes ooze into a honeycomb gold. He reads in a recently discovered notebook that in 1937 his grandfather refused to collaborate with the puppet government and was kidnapped in Shanghai, held in a smoky loft where he breathed through a hole in the roof while his captors unloaded, reloaded revolvers, played mahjong. He stops to adjust the light, wonders if the wasp nest lodged on a beam in the shed is growing. His grandfather describes a woman who refused to tell where her husband was until they poured scalding water down her throat and crushed her right hand in a vise. He looks up but cannot see stars through the skylight. He senses smoky gold notes rising out of a horn and knows how easy it is to scald, blister, burst. This morning when he pulled back a wood slat to open the gate, he glimpsed a young pear tree blossoming in the driveway. Now he stops and, in the gold hush, is startled to hear his blood circulating. the angle of incidence Whatever he sees when awake is death-- she wants a juicy apricot, or

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Apr 1, 2000

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