Two poems by Daniel Jones




Poetry


 


Bill Traylor, “Exciting Event in Blue: Four Wild Men, Barking Dog, Perched Bird and Construction,” 1939-1942 credit: christies.com

 
 
 
It Does Not Matter What One Thinks Of It

Know minimum.

 

Where the two patches abut,
red and yellow trees survey standing water.

Elsewhere, an animal alone
circumgyrates till lightbreak.

It does not matter what one thinks of it;
all does as it does as it does.

 

Where the two patches abut,
red and yellow trees survey standing water.

Elsewhere, an animal alone
circumgyrated till lightbreak.

It does not matter what one thinks of it;
all was as it was as it was.

 
 
 
 
 
 
Stand Of Seven Birches
 
 

Of a line, its arcs.
Of an arc, its spine.
Of spine, its haught.
Of haught, its naught.
Of naught, its fact.
Of fact, its act.
Of act, its seem.
Of seem, its scream.
Of scream, its mute.
Of mute, its root.
Of root, its girth.
Of girth, its mirth.
Of mirth, its cause.
Of cause, its gauze.
Of gauze, its stripping.
Of stripping, dumb lipping.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Daniel Jones’s poems and translations have appeared or are forthcoming in Jai-Alai Magazine, PANK, Prelude, Bedfellows, Easy Paradise, and elsewhere. Music: Harmonium Songs (settings of Stevens poems), Little Room. With performance group Small Theaters Around The Country: John Ashbery’s Litany at the Poetry Project, Coming to the hand, a program of Stevens texts, at Dixon Place, and an audio recording of Ashbery’s Flow Chart in 38 voices at PennSound. Lives in Philadelphia and edits FOLDER.