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Jeffrey Gibson Poem
Ah Gabriel!
How hard a task was laid on you,
how hard the trust,
how hard
to travel through
the empty miles of space
unto a cloistered girl
who knew no man,
to startle her
and race her heart
past fear,
and then announce
strange words --
that she would bear a son of destiny
who would be named
as Yahweh's chosen one.
Was all the gospeling
the holy one commanded you to speak
some comfort to her then?
Or did her face grow white
as stone?
And did her knees collapse
with all the gloried weight of you?
Were you to her
a hollow wind,
within the tensing air
a shadow blurred,
a light askance
just there
beyond the corner of her eye,
an echo of a voice beyond the upland hills?
Or did she know you then for what you are,
God's able bodied one,
God's might,
and look you eye in eye,
and calmly kneel
in smiling awe,
amazed at all the golden splendor
in your wings and wake,
with gentle handmaid's reverence
and, grace inflamed,
said yes,
hands crossed
along her heart,
her belly swelling quick with majesty,
reducing you to tears?
Copyright © Jeffrey Gibson | Year Posted 2012
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Jeffrey Gibson Poem
I tried to tie, I said, I said,
some rocks to billowed clouds.
In this I was a fool, a chump!
For rocks, as is both well allowed
and widely wist,
pass always through these vapor stumps,
and gathered mists,
and won't be bound with lumps.
So all I’ve really done is stone the earth
with quarried things that loud ker-thump,
become the cause of people being
sore bereaved with grievous bumps.
Oh no! Look out! Please mind your head!
And look out poems!
Gazelles upon you tread.
Copyright © Jeffrey Gibson | Year Posted 2012
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Jeffrey Gibson Poem
I’m salt,
ionic,
on tables laid iconic,
abrasive, bitter,
savoury and,
consecratory:
Tridentined mandatory:
a quarter
of the blessings
from the sky.
And without me
in smallish lots,
you die.
Copyright © Jeffrey Gibson | Year Posted 2012
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Jeffrey Gibson Poem
I’m light
I’m quite a lengthy measured sight,
C squared, and energized,
star stuff.
In passing by
I wave,
particulate.
Copyright © Jeffrey Gibson | Year Posted 2012
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