Following William Wordsworth’s sonnet “It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free”
I don’t give a fuck.Let the rain governMe. My hands and feet in the mud or perchedAtop a pile as I fall off of me,I’m mulch. I see myself like I matter.I am a being quiet as a nun,How I seem seeming, how I seem oneWho knows the name of which wind fills his face.The broad sun sinks down to tranquility.The day ends. I put my bird to flower,And leave the grass its fevers, holding noForm, my gentleness is on the sea andAs I settle sightless into myself,I let nothing go. I am calm and free.Angry as the wind, I breathe out and in.
Samuel Amadon is the author of Often, Common, Some, And Free (Omnidawn, 2021), Listener (Solid…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, January/February 2025