"Something Flown" by Patty Crane

Nothing wants to be itself

               for long:     winter loosens hold

drips off soffet    eave    branch

                                     seeps into stone’s creases

and the pond transluces—

 

its language rising from its throat

in an upseep—      a reverse kind of weeping

     (What is the Inuit word for ice

       that buckles under your weight

but doesn’t break)

 

And it is here I flushed a bird from the story

of a pine

  like a pale hand     a hand-

kerchief      crying as it flew—

one note for every wingbeat

                              

                         Dove  I said

 

What I meant was    daughter

                               you’ll be alright       I meant

                                          child   come take my hand

                              I should have said        break my heart

                                               I should have said      world

                             — (Published by the  Massachusetts Review, Spring 2011)
 

Patty Crane’s poetry has appeared in Bellevue Literary Review, Fugue, RUNES, The Massachusetts Review andWest Branch, among others,as well as reviews and essays in Poetry International and The Writer’s Chronicle. Hertranslations of the Swedish poet and Nobel laureate, Tomas Tranströmer, have appeared in Blackbird and Poetry Daily. A  2011-2012 Stanford Calderwood Fellow at the MacDowell Colony, her other awards include Atlanta Review’s 2005 International Publication Prize and Two Rivers Review’s 2004 Poetry Prize. She lives in the hilltowns of western Massachusetts