Pastoral
The rain broke off an hour earlier, the turnthe turn-signal indicator ceased the last of its clucking, andwe arrived at the abandoned farm arrivedwith others just now bailing themselves outfrom their cars, our voices pitched in some ad-mixture of ease and exhilaration, someadventure in happiness if there were such a thing and it wasn'tpretend: laughing, slamming the doors, we were miscible, we believedwe were friends, remember that? and your floriferousbridesmaids still wearing those purple plumeria headbandslike Goa hippies. The serpentine footpath to the river steamed—it steamed in sunlight adding to the fullness withoutadding weight. You, to whom this place was a given,sacred even, and so not given to you, pointed outpeacock tracks in the mud. Through an old orchard on either sideof us, where swollen jackfruit hung on slender limbs,swarms of midges bobbed up and downlike balled hairnets in the light breeze. Before itbecame visible, we heard the river riverand behind it the gurgling of runoffdown bluffs of packed alluvium. Jacaranda perfumemixed with pong from your neighbor'sbreeder-houses. Who could look into that afternoon and seeit closing? Our whole queue halted when you wentto one knee, when you crouched at a puddle to cooto a fat toad. Gone quiet, we were hypnotizedby the signature enthusiasmin your face. As the sun cleared the clouds, youglanced back to find my eyes eyes fixed on you, and whatI felt then gave me causeto recall the pleasure breaking outon the faces of musicians in that pausebetween their last note between their last note andthe applause. What you said, what I said. Whatwe did we did until there was no interval between us.
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- May 26, 2021
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“Sangam Acoustics: Pastoral” by Forrest Gander, from TWICE ALIVE,
copyright ©2019, 2020, 2021 by Forrest Gander.
Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp.
Jack Shear
Forrest Gander, a writer and translator with degrees in geology and literature, was born in the Mojave Desert and lives in northern California. His books, often concerned with ecology, include Be With, winner of the 2019 Pulitzer Prize, the novel The Trace, and Core Samples from the World. Gander’s translations include Alice Iris Red Horse: Poems by Gozo Yoshimasu and Then Come Back: the Lost Neruda Poems. Often collaborating with artists such as Ann Hamilton, Sally Mann, Graciela Iturbide, and Vic Chesnutt, he has received grants from the Library of Congress, the Guggenheim, Howard, Whiting and United States Artists Foundations.
"In Gander’s follow up to his extraordinary book of loss and lamentation, Be With, (for which he was awarded the Pulitzer Prize), this poet of metaphysical abstraction, Eros, and intimate observation — and even adulation — of the natural world finds fresh metaphors for the sudden and uneasy onset of new love."
—NPR
"Gander’s love for formal, even archaic language and the quiet complexity of his syntax can build striking abstract landscapes in which the material and spiritual worlds seem equally intelligent."
—Tony Hoagland, American Poetry Review
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