Sydney Lea
Summer 2024 | Poetry
Two Poems
Dusk in a Marble Orchard
There always comes a point– if you live long enough–
when you no longer feel you belong to your time.
–Marguerite Duras
I only meant to stop here
to get off the road. Or so I thought.
The dead in this patch all lived in nearby houses
now gone to ground amid dark,
encroaching woods. What doomed their hamlet?
Only the headstones endure. The sun concedes
to a gray that might as well
be fog. So something, I sense, is falling,
falling all over. It’s something more than evening.
It seems the cemetery
is seldom seen by anyone.
I judge by its narrow entry lane, all thistles,
and just two stones of the dozen
marked with artificial flowers,
stained cups that have collected all manner of weather
through seasons or maybe years.
I witness four pale geldings too,
grazing, their heads unaccountably arched over
the wall between the graveyard
and the more exuberant field behind them,
in which I imagine a herd of Jersey cows
until the farmer got old, got done.
Out of nowhere, I recall the reins
and harness slung from a spike in a neighbor’s shed,
never used, just there.
The family had no horse or carriage.
Whoever hung up that leather –already moldy
as death in my distant childhood–
lies somewhere forever forgotten, forgotten
even back then. What can I be looking for,
I wonder, what sort of hope
could anybody muster here?
Or is hope the thing I’m after in this ragged acre?
Hangman’s Moon
I dream of horses on a deep-night road, dead silent riders astride.
The moon would hide if it could when that pallid company travels together
along this lane gone white by its light. You might think the whole world’s asleep.
The horsemen kick free of their stirrups, dismount, mill for a moment, and mutter.
It seems there’s an extra mount. Someone climbs haltingly into its saddle–
someone who thought himself a flower whose petals were destined to last,
someone who all through his gaudy life believed himself bright as blood.
He too turns pale as the ghostly moonlight and gallops off with the rest.
A former Pulitzer finalist in poetry, Sydney Lea served as founding editor of New England Review and was Vermont’s Poet Laureate from 2011 to 2015. In 2021, he was presented with his home state’s Governor’s Award for Excellence in the Arts. He has published twenty-four books: a novel, five volumes of personal and three of critical essays, and sixteen poetry collections, most recently What Shines (Four Way Books, NYC, 2023). His sixth book of personal essays, Such Dancing as We Can, is now available from The Humble Essayist Press, and his second novel, Now Look, will appear in May of 2024.