The Complete Poems of Louis Daniel Brodsky
edited by Sheri L. Vandermolen
Paperback: 943 pp.
Tracing the days of the writer edging into middle age, the 888 poems presented in volume four of The Complete Poems of Louis Daniel Brodsky offer a glimpse into the frenzied life of a man compelled, by his discipline and inner passion, to capture the elements of his existence and explode them upon the page.
Morning light brings me to my senses,
Awakens me, abruptly,
To the fading nocturnality of sleep phases
My eyes have just left behind
To seek refuge beyond Lethe's wet lips.
Io invites me to taste liquors
Dripping irresistibly from tree-tongues
Speaking the sweetest eulogies,
Singing themselves through cool autumnalities,
Into death-erections, time-climaxes,
Orgasms tinged plum and ocher,
Burgundy and cucumber and pumpkin hues.
My nostrils sip from the eyes' snifters,
Then get crazy,
My breathing filled with erratic, dazzle-dizzy beats,
Whose arrhythmic caesuras
Reflect moon-tides, blood-flooding in veins
Rooted in air and earth and flesh.
Suddenly, my own waking
Turns to wizened inspiration.
My transmogrified eyes
Enter the aroma fallen leaves exude
In their various stages of sacred decay.
Fortunately, poets, like dinosaurs and volcanoes,
Require a thousand thousand years to disappear.