October 14, 2011KR OnlinePoetrySpecial Collections



The light shifts earlier these days,
While I, inspecting it from my one room, gaze
Out, watching the inevitable change
Gather almost imperceptibly among
The lift and bow and graduals of limbs
Over the empty park where leaves shiver and blend
Before a low, bleached sun. There, something new
Assembles, a spidered lens-of-a-view,
So views really, in miniature, too many
To count but never too many to see;
An aggregate of sight, whose metal tint
Of soft-silt ash, suspended in the bright,
Balances a tungsten-like opacity
Against the mind’s small vacuum-tube capacity
For inward light—a web of filaments,
The limbs, the leaves, like little firmaments
Of unknown number, requiring some new
Symbol, this alloyed light, this unfamiliar view.

Wyatt Prunty’s latest poetry collection is Couldn’t Prove, Had to Promise. He lives in Sewanee, where he is the Ogden D. Carlton Professor in Sewanee’s English Department. He directs the Sewanee Writers’ Conference and the Tennessee Fellowship Series. He edits the Johns Hopkins Poetry and Fiction Series.