61307, RE: Arrangement Posted by grape, Wed Oct-18-06 01:54 AM
There's a nice folkloric quality to this poem. Because the last stanza showcases this element well, I think it ought to go first.
The original order is fine too, although this way, I believe, intensifies the rain season-- it's quite a powerful line.
>One Mississippi Two Mississippi
>The rain season lasted the whole of our childhoods. >We held our umbrellas, we slept behind hills, >I sewed my brothers’ mouths shut >and we waited for the arrival of floods, tall enough >to wash us away. > >When we were kids, storm clouds >formed beneath collared shirts, >beyond buttons and breast pockets, >cumulonimbus in our father’s chest. > >The mist rose after work >with a misplaced shoe, a startled nap. >Had we stomped on the stairs, slammed a door, forgot to say >please, >vapor scaled his legs. > >All that moisture rumbled all evening in his lungs >till someone, unforgivably dumb, >left the oven on or rolled their eyes. > >Now, we know the ways of lightning, >how it can split you in half >if you stand out in the open, alone. > >One Mississippi, two Mississippi >we counted the miles >between his voice and thunder claps. >Wind beat against his chest. >He chewed hail the size of golf balls, >spat it to the floor. >It ended with a silence that whirred in our ears.
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Cultivate a quiet joy Put others before you Watch well and listen closely
•Kenji Miyazawa
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