Hannah Brooks-Motl

I was planted, a crop not a boy but with headlong technique, everything in me telling to be coursed through with water and emptiness ★ The blank was worth tending a matter of tight, small discretions separating from youth like a bee It's just silence I've been talking about Into hills I tried things I was made of What was not in my memory, not math yet patched all together I required this armor "wrestling with old champions body against body" ★ Scribbling down the solution "by little light attacks" A life is at odds and we solve it a shadow itself "Understanding makes profit of everything—arranges, acts, and reigns," gives knowledge out in a swan Virtue wasn't a mountain, not a field or was it me brooding ★ "Too ill to instruct others," this awareness of slow moving and ditch of the past of the subject A few lumps on the ground like a book "Mixing with men is wonderfully useful" but hard practice ★ "For our boy, a closet, a garden, the table and bed, solitude, company, morning and evening, all hours will be the same, all places will be his study" ★ He's in philosophy, and mingled let him forgive it I have been happy in rooms Gambling with pocket, with babble "he will not say his lesson as do it" and the unit is character, "repeated in actions" ★ Rising to beg and confounding I hear it now, in our ears

One has some glory—brutal and rough, a kind of encounter Fame is not pursuant The splendid enterprise, peerage, and trench— Let us consider that flourish I had a friend who gloried, this seemed invisible to some He broke apart his face, he promoted "That was abandoning reputation to cover up shame" As evening borrows its tickle from sun And from retrospect, with alarm "I don't know anyone has got clean rid of it"

In all this system I watched a cloud fall Carted wet down the design Need is a big pool Lo go its creaturely waves Commerce came open and bright like a starfuck "I hear, with great shame for our century" Last zing on the stairs "So-and-so wants company to Paris; so-and-so is looking for a servant with such-and-such qualifications" Execution too diddled back then "So-and-so wants a master"

In all this system I watched a cloud fall Carted wet down the design Need is a big pool Lo go its creaturely waves Commerce came open and bright like a starfuck "I hear, with great shame for our century" Last zing on the stairs "S0-and-so wants company to Paris; so-and-so is looking for a servant with such-and-such qualifications" Execution too diddled back then "So-and-so wants a master"

I lived a long time as both woman and girl it nearly killed me I don’t want an ordinary moment any longer no more gestures Such as the oaks neither shake nor fidget in observation And the objects worth discussing dissipate oh how they leak Away from the creeds claiming one can get ahead of the pain By naming see how the green will change you it really will I went into the green with a vine across my back and from the mud Came the pattern before the light could enter light turned And denied us, the moss struggled toward the yellow A fine pollen came up from the world and the road made this Shape in the powder: What’s wrong with right here? There’s a cape behind my eyes and the body inside it wallows Across patches of burned up grass untender and lines perpendicular To the gate I couldn’t open an outrage regularly loiters Isn’t that weird, how talent carries time? Nothing’s resolved today and the hours are dim but vital A body in a cloak upon a road rolling sweetly through the mind Place this road in some distant future just like that foregone past And then offensively remember how women don’t exist Get head of the pain the ages counsel, make plenty of money