### Quan Barry

you are standing at the ocean,

in the moon’s empirical light

each mercurial wave

like a parabola shifting on its axis,

the sea’s dunes differentiated & graphed.

If this, then that. The poet

laughs. She wants to lie

in her own equation, the point slope

like a woman whispering stay me

with flagons. What is it to know the absolute value

of negative grace, to calculate

how the heart becomes the empty set

unintersectable, the first & the last?

But enough.

You are standing on the shore,

the parameters like wooden stakes.

Let x be the moon like a notary.

Let y be all things left unsaid.

Let the constant be the gold earth

waiting to envelop what remains,

the sieves of the lungs like two cones.

—Amy Quan Barry

## 2 Comments:

Wow.

really, really wow.

A lovely poem indeed. Her book Controvertibles is really something - well worth diving into. I've just introduced a poet friend to it and thus (happily) will not see my copy for months...

Post a Comment

## Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home