Thursday, January 13, 2011

Uzzen Sheerah

His daughter was Sheerah
who built both
Lower & Upper Beth-horn,
and Uzzen Sheerah.
—I Chronicles 7:24





Not enough, just one line—

I want to clothe Sheerah
in a story,
give her a face.
I want to hear her words.
I want to know the shape of—
the breath of this place on a map.
I want to walk
the zigzag of roads—
I want to look hard
at materials she used,
test their malleability,
their strength.



Did she dream of settlements,
of thresholds—

I read the line again
and again, until I feel at home
in Uzzen Sheerah.


Magic of names

Uzzen Sheerah
Uzzen Sheerah

8 comments:

  1. Yes, that is a mystical name... lovely poem.

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  2. I like the celebration of word-sound here, the speculation that arises from the sheer contemplation of the phonic qualities of the name. Delightful.

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  3. You have a fascinating imagination, encapsulated in this poem. Bravo.

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  4. Love this. :) It's like an imaginary exploration of a mysterious-sounding place mentioned only in name.

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  5. Linda, wonderful imaginative piece.
    Pamela

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  6. Magical piece, to be sure. Wonderfully well crafted.

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  7. Definitely piques one's curiosity. I could daydream for hours imagining a beautiful city and what goes on within it. Beautiful work.

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  8. Oh. Such a fabulous poem. I *adore* your reference to settlements. And this:

    I want to look hard
    at materials she used,
    test their malleability,
    their strength.

    Such depth in such a short poem. What an unnamed name can invoke!

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