Leaves by CK Williams A Poet & His Poetry: CK Williams

A Poet & His Poetry: CK Williams

Today I’ve had an affirmative response from CK Williams, who is summering in France, to an e-mail note I sent requesting permission to use some of his gorgeous and sensuous poems on my writing group’s website: http://www.srewiowa.com/. He will be poet # 4, so look for more of his work. Below is his wonderful poem, “Leaves.”

Here’s what the poet said about the name of our site: “I like your web-site’s name, though it does sound like something from a political battle…”

Leaves

A pair of red leaves spinning on one another in such wildly erratic patterns over a frozen field it’s hard to tell one from another and whether if they were creatures they’d be in combat or courting or just exalting in the tremendousness of their being.

Humans can be like that, capricious, aswirl, not often enough in exalting, but courting, yes, and combat; so often in combat, in rancour, in rage, we rarely even remember what error or lie set off this phase of our seeming to have to slaughter.

Not leaves then, which after all in their season give themselves to the hammer of winter, become sludge, become muck, become mulch, while we, still seething, broiling, stay as we are, vexation and violence, ax, atom, despair.

ยท From The Singing , by CK Williams, published by Bloodaxe.