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Academy of American Poets

November 30, 2011

Today's poem is copyright © 2011 by Jake Adam York. Used with permission of the author.

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    Letter Already Broadcast into Space
    by Jake Adam York

                            —To Sun Ra, from Earth


    You are not here,

    you are not here
    in Birmingham,
            where they keep your name,

    not in Elmwood's famous plots
                    or the monuments
    of bronze or steel or the strew

            of change in the fountain
    where the firehoses sprayed.

                    In the furnaces,
    in the interchange sprawl
            that covers Tuxedo Junction,

    in the shopping malls, I think,
                    they've forgotten you,

    the broadcast towers, the barbecues,

            the statue of the Roman god,
    spiculum blotting out
                    part of the stars.

    To get it dark enough,
            I have to fold back
    into the hills, into the trees

                    where my parents
    planted me, where the TV
            barely reaches and I drift

    with my hand on the dial
                    of my father's radio,

    spinning, too, the tall antenna
            he raised above the pines.

    I have to stand at the base

                    of the galvanized
    pole I can use as an azimuth
            and plot you in.

    The hunter's belt is slung again,
                    and you are there

    in the pulse, in the light of
            Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka,

    all your different names,

                    you are there
    in all the rearrangements
            of the stars.

                            Come down now,
    come down again,

                    like the late fall light
    into the mounds along the creek,

            light that soaks like a flood
    to show the Cherokee sitting upright
                    underground, light

    like the fire they imply.

            Come down now
    into the crease the freight train
                    hits like a piano's hammer

    and make the granite hum
            beneath.

                            Come down now

    as my hand slips from the dial,
                    tired again of looking
    for the sound of another way

            to say everything.

    Come down now with your diction
                    and your dictionary.

    Come down, Uncle, come down
            and help me rise.

    I have forgot my wings.


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    Academy of American Poets

    November 30, 2011

    Today's poem is copyright © 2011 by Jake Adam York. Used with permission of the author.

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    Letter Already Broadcast into Space
    by Jake Adam York

                            —To Sun Ra, from Earth


    You are not here,

    you are not here
    in Birmingham,
            where they keep your name,

    not in Elmwood's famous plots
                    or the monuments
    of bronze or steel or the strew

            of change in the fountain
    where the firehoses sprayed.

                    In the furnaces,
    in the interchange sprawl
            that covers Tuxedo Junction,

    in the shopping malls, I think,
                    they've forgotten you,

    the broadcast towers, the barbecues,

            the statue of the Roman god,
    spiculum blotting out
                    part of the stars.

    To get it dark enough,
            I have to fold back
    into the hills, into the trees

                    where my parents
    planted me, where the TV
            barely reaches and I drift

    with my hand on the dial
                    of my father's radio,

    spinning, too, the tall antenna
            he raised above the pines.

    I have to stand at the base

                    of the galvanized
    pole I can use as an azimuth
            and plot you in.

    The hunter's belt is slung again,
                    and you are there

    in the pulse, in the light of
            Alnitak, Alnilam, Mintaka,

    all your different names,

                    you are there
    in all the rearrangements
            of the stars.

                            Come down now,
    come down again,

                    like the late fall light
    into the mounds along the creek,

            light that soaks like a flood
    to show the Cherokee sitting upright
                    underground, light

    like the fire they imply.

            Come down now
    into the crease the freight train
                    hits like a piano's hammer

    and make the granite hum
            beneath.

                            Come down now

    as my hand slips from the dial,
                    tired again of looking
    for the sound of another way

            to say everything.

    Come down now with your diction
                    and your dictionary.

    Come down, Uncle, come down
            and help me rise.

    I have forgot my wings.


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