Sonnet Written On The Way to Hear
Ron Padgett Read Translations of Apollinaire
The glass willow weeps light in the 7
stop where I walk in the footsteps of an
angel - so called - the pull of which I pull
back, an embrace, thank god, the pen full,
the phone is off. The cadence is two-step,
and a line ten steps, five heart beats, makes up
one long breath, the time it takes for a thought,
or sometimes the thought enjambs double that
until a dozen lines lined up become
a new idea and then you have a poem.
Shakespeare could think in pentameter,
heartbeats for iambs, and it's why for
Wallace wrote verse while walking to work.
The body draws the poem, moving in an arc.