Ionarts is happy to continue bringing more original poetry, kindly contributed by Frederick Pollack, author of The Adventure and Happiness, both book-length narrative poems, and whose shorter works have appeared in literary magazines such as The Hudson Review, The Southern Review, Salmagundi, Poetry Salzburg Review, Orbis UK, and the Munich-based Die Gazette. This is his second poem on ionarts, following Parents of the Just Man, published in March.
innocent of Mercator.
All coastline. Isthmuses,
Cozy seas; improbable spatter
of lakes. Deserts
relegated to the picturesque
No axial tilt; endlessly cool
forests. Peninsulas. And always north,
two-thirds of the way north
(always the east coast) – home.
Perhaps for a moment
I chopped wood, gardened
a lifetime, somehow finding time
to be. (At least a generator;
Then a meandering road south
to town. Windowboxes,
the people gentle, subtle and unboring.
(How could they be made
like that?) And I stayed with them,
till re-expelled by what I was ignoring.
by Frederick Pollack