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Holding Company: Poems

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the voice of a melancholic who must have the last word, silencing his listeners so his listeners can feel what he feels, major jackson is at home writing of lost love.

Digging Holes

Consider this effervescing body a topiary,

greeting visitors at the edge of a college town,

or rather, grief disguised as feigned joy

flitting in and out of rhododendron

and lilac bushes. What I mean: twilight

in the backyard, explaining the women

away as nothing more than gray drifts

of clouds. Consider those echoes of passion

that rippled toward the bleak snowfields of my days

as slips on the ice when the globe arced.

in ceasing to care he forces a common sympathy which falls far short of the empathic and settles instead on the pathetic, the pathetic of pathos.

Thinking of Lucretius

I follow her to the floor of a canvas,

to bonfires at daybreak, to highways of scenic

strangeness, to calla lilies alive in courtyards of pain,

past fathers marching in mud, silence, and rain,

to battlefields and fissures in earth, beyond

baroque facades and that rapt spell of widening voices

arguing with the sea. Then, and only then, do our shadows

commence their deep communion, and a summer evening

of stars yawns its bare shimmering. We stare down

the arson in us with a ceiling fan turning above.

not without beauty, but bookish. the voice of a poet who has found a home within the castles of the university, and what he has brought inside with him of personal past and historical past are feelings. and on the underpinnings of feelings and his past rest his poetry built up on ten lines of short sentences like patterns in a book of samples from the house of pound and pound's advice to learn form from poems written in foreign languages. jackson does just that. to jackson poetry is foreign country, beautiful scenery and historical ruins reminding him of his own past.

more than 80 poems in a singular form, some lines and section titles recycled and used more than once in other poems, make the collection of poems, on a second glance, more tightly knit than at first sight. all so very romantic.