The House by Robin Skelton
Quoting in full and risking copyright infringement of this poem by Robin Skelton. It opens In This Poem I Am: Selected Poetry of Robin Skelton edited by Harold Rhenisch. Very fitting for the beginning. It is entitled "The House"
This is the houseI was particularly taken by the "vocabularies of sculpture" and the "libraries of sound" and of course the final gesture of holding some one assumes beloved "you" in the matrix of the expressed.
in which the words
are walls, are furniture,
are doors and cushions,
and in which the paintings,
chairs and rugs
are words, and all the words
stand in a circle
round the changing moment.
But when you enter,
opening the rhetoric
of the door,
seeing round you
vocabularies of sculpture,
libraries of sound,
do not assume
this is exclusively
a house of language;
think rather that it is
a place where love
has struggled to discover
what it means
and made these words
to hold you till it knows.
And so for day 716
28.11.2008
