La parola da casa, Serena Piccoli

some years ago, in temporal nomads i wrote the lines:

you could ask for pillan
when the columns are dense
when thirteen is your number and you
are infinite
on wings
as the circle closes

they seem to apply again tonight. pillan is the supreme god of the araucanian tribes in south america. in essence, he is a thunder god, and in these lines he is being called upon “as the circle closes” in the midst of battle. the person is lost though is growing or feeling “infinite” at the end.

not long after penning these lines, i wrote the following ones as the beginning to a poem in Fragile Replacements.

closed gates within

i unplugged the cords and
switched off anything switchable
into silence

the two poems are connected in my head, and though tonight i feel ready to write the third of this triptych, i find that the first two express what i want to say, and that makes me, in a wild jump, think of emerson and how he states that poets express what the rest of us want to say, so i am left wondering how many poets feel their earlier poems explain their present sentiments.