Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Marina


Ingots pass the Dubai day away,
rocketing to make Zamyatin’s We
a shadow of its predicatory ennui.
Some select the marina walkway
in a September bereft of breeze.

I took with me Tsvetayeva to be
a fellow passer-by; here she’d say
“think of me simply”—(yesterday,
now)—“and simply forget of me.”
Marina, I have no such disease.

I am among those folks who run
the plains and edges of the world;
visions, muse-like melodies swirl,
luring faux oases to a desert sun.
I needn’t plunge into the shoal.

Instead, I’ll walk marinas where
they lie and run among land lives.
Laborers amass in the city’s hives:
as fellow aliens, they might stare
to say ‘think of me’ in this hole.

Ingots that we are we’ll gravitate
to safeboxes & combination codes
to settle self-reliance. Our in-roads
imperceptible, the myriads await
a worthwhile tally of our worth.

It stands to reason, then, in Dubai
a reader of Tsvetayeva may barely
pass you by. A lizard brightly green
rustles leaves which whisper why  
we run to greater clods of earth.

1 comment:

  1. My first thoughts after reading this poem were to remember, but not well enough, that you had once shared another Dubai poem, Dan - what was it? I’d like to go back to it - and then to consider that we haven’t had any short stories from you lately. And I didn’t know who this Tsvetayeva was, and wasn’t sure what Katrina would have to say about her, but somehow I wanted more than a poem. I was all set to challenge you to write a short story set in Dubai, with the main character named Tsvetayeva. And make it third person, to avoid any confessionals, to better think then forget.

    But then I started digging into the poem, or at least its two prominent allusions. Zamyatin’s We! I had never heard of this glass passage dystopia, as I’ve never been to Dubai, but there seemed to be a connection! And Marina Tsetayeva: I never heard of her either but a few sample poems I found online were intriguing, inviting me to read more.

    I will still give you that challenge. But I’m also drawn to go back and read your poem again, and encourage others to do so, and also to read more of Marina.

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