There's an hour of words that come when no one's listening

~ after a line by Marina Tsvetaev

by Reginald Gibbons

Pond frogs silent at noon. Cardinals, 

robins, announcing themselves.

Under sturdy ceilings of schoolrooms

even a few words can calm small

children as they lie sleepless on their mats.


It might be near a hill that

After future millennia will have

been leveled, it may be under  

crags of rough stone-stiff 

cordilleras leaning to listen  

to the prophecies of smoke,

or where storm winds finally

are slacking near the ocean shore, 

that the unheard words of earthly

truth are spoken. When snow 

clouds for a few minutes lift 

their hems above white peaks 

there will be words in the languages

of water and air that all

who could listen are not 

keen enough to listen for.  

Am I listening, at last, now?


Reginald Gibbons has published eleven books of poems, including CREATURES OF A DAY (LSU Press), which was a Finalist for the National Book Award, and most recently, RENDITIONS (Four Way Books, 2021). He has published a book of (very short fiction & cnf) prose, AN ORCHARD IN THE STREET (BOA Editions, 2017), and also a book about poetry, language, and intuition, HOW POEMS THINK (Univ. of Chicago, 2015). In 2023 a new paperback edition of his novel SWEETBITTER (which won an Anisfield-Wolf Book Award) will be published (JackLeg Press). He teaches at Northwestern University.

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