– just as you might neverfind some white-worntongue of soap
long fluffedbeneath basin – orfine marks of particular
weight penned in theirmargin near skip-bottom or
one flakefalling deep in acwm between sheer-set
neighbours of pine – orwith morning stilldark that
wordbarely spokento your sleeping ear
by Mario Petrucci
© Mario Petrucci, 2010
i tulips (Enitharmon, 2010), from which this week's poem is taken, is the new collection from Mario Petrucci, a prize-winning poet who draws upon his knowledge of science and ecology to craft arresting, modernistic verse. i tulips
is an adventurous suite of spare, fractal lyrics that reveal hidden
depths and complexities under the reader's microscopic gaze. The poem
'behind the lines' is an example of Petrucci's intense and inventive
renovation of closely observed human experience. You can find out more
about the book here, and more about Petrucci here and here.
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