Olena Kalytiak Davis

Shattered Sonnets, Love Cards, and Other Off and Back Handed Importunities


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      shattered sonnets love cards

      and other off and back handed importunities

      shattered sonnets

      love cards and other off and

      back handed importunities

       olena kalytiak davis

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      they thought it queer i didn't rise i thought a lie would be queerer

       e.d.

       table of dis- mal- contents

       dedication

       the sonnets

      small quilled poem with no taste for spring

      may be you are like me: scared and awake

       of yawl and ketch

       in one of my

       dis-spelt

       quain

       to dante and cavalcanti and you

       she (as sonnet)

       letters to various personages

       the true repertory of the wrack and redemption of sir olena kalytiak davis

       dear beardtongue

       letter home

       poem convincing you to leave your wife

       keep some stuff for yourself

       to love

       other importunities

       a new philosophy of composition or how to ignore the non-reasoning creature capable of speeech perched outside your bathroom window

       you art a scholar horatio, speak to it

       moorings far faster

       despite ominous forebodings of sin sickness and death

       il penseroso and l'allegro: inverted and dubbed

       poem for my #*th birthday

       notes toward the ablation of the soul

       sign offs

       a dry death

       sign off #1

       sign off #2

       another sign off

       aloft in a tangerine cloud

       the o antiphons

       o great slacker

       this is the kind of poem i'm done writing, or, a small pang in spring

      the garden of love

      stripped from the waist up, love

      if you are asked

       forgoodisthelifeendingfaithandfitfully

       About the Author

       Books by Olena Kalytiak Davis

       Acknowledgments

       Copyright

       Specialthanks

       dedication

      Reader unmov'd and Reader unshaken, Reader unseduc'd

      and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still

      I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb.

      I crawl, Reader, servile and cervine, through this blank

      season, counting—I sleep and I sleep. I sleep,

      Reader, toward you, loud as a cloud and deaf, Reader, deaf

      as a leaf. Reader: Why don't you turn

      pale? and, Why don't you tremble? Jaded, staid

      Reader, You—who can read this and not even

      flinch. Bare-faced, flint-hearted, recoilless

      Reader, dare you—Rare Reader, listen

      and be convinced: Soon, Reader,

      soon you will leave me, for an italian mistress:

      for her dark hair, and her moon-lit

      teeth. For her leopardi and her cavalcanti,

      for her lips and clavicles; for what you want

      to eat, eat, eat. Art-lover, rector, docent!

      Do I smile? I, too, once had a brash artless