Nate Pritts
4 poems
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[sonnet] from (sonnets for the fall)
............................The way things are supposed to be
I’m not a tree
............................are darker gaps against going
the sun is bright
............................the sun is bright
.............& the world brand new again
......& me & you naming everything
....................one cloud.....one bird
......I want this to be the first time
....................these last fall leaves
these last fall leaves
............................one less leaf in me
.............if you could see the branches..............each one
......I’m losing leaves
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[sonnet] from (sonnets for the fall)
What it means....each leaf
............................not a branch
.......the sun is bright
original
..........& me & you naming everything
I’m speaking from the middle ground
in rainy grey & there is no....dawn in me
.............in me the stale sunlight..............the harsh
....................I’m losing leaves
.............a rigid reminder
..........................that it is all going
....................but I just can’t see
......the stale sunlight..............the harsh clouds
one bird & what else matters
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[sonnet] from (sonnets for the fall)
....................I’m speaking from the middle ground
......these last fall leaves
....................are darker gaps against
the way things are supposed to be
..........................as if you could see
....................into a deeper night
slipping from me......I’m just this
......I’m making up
..........................as if you could see
....................all those complications & what matters
.............there’s a chill in the air & it’s making me
......& me & you naming everything & it’s making me
....................I’m not a tree
.............I’m a deeper night
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[sonnet] from (sonnets for the fall)
I want this to be the first time
......the now....the here
I’m lost to myself
..........................breathing
these last fall leaves
....................I’m making up my self
an already dark sky
....................me again...a piece lost
......the stale sunlight..............the harsh outside
.............I’m not a tree
......& the now....that it is....going
an already dark sky &
the whole world brand new again
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return to Sawbuck 1.6
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Nate Pritts is the author of SENSATIONAL SPECTACULAR (BlazeVOX). The poems in this issue are from the "Fall" section of his ongoing shepherd's calendar entitled THE WONDERFUL YEARE & will be collected in the chapbook (SONNETS FOR THE FALL) (forthcoming, PARCEL). The "winter" section was previously collected as a chapbook, WINTER CONSTELLATIONS (horse less press). Nate is the editor of H_NGM_N, an online journal of poetry & poetics.
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[sonnet] from (sonnets for the fall)
............................The way things are supposed to be
I’m not a tree
............................are darker gaps against going
the sun is bright
............................the sun is bright
.............& the world brand new again
......& me & you naming everything
....................one cloud.....one bird
......I want this to be the first time
....................these last fall leaves
these last fall leaves
............................one less leaf in me
.............if you could see the branches..............each one
......I’m losing leaves
**
[sonnet] from (sonnets for the fall)
What it means....each leaf
............................not a branch
.......the sun is bright
original
..........& me & you naming everything
I’m speaking from the middle ground
in rainy grey & there is no....dawn in me
.............in me the stale sunlight..............the harsh
....................I’m losing leaves
.............a rigid reminder
..........................that it is all going
....................but I just can’t see
......the stale sunlight..............the harsh clouds
one bird & what else matters
**
[sonnet] from (sonnets for the fall)
....................I’m speaking from the middle ground
......these last fall leaves
....................are darker gaps against
the way things are supposed to be
..........................as if you could see
....................into a deeper night
slipping from me......I’m just this
......I’m making up
..........................as if you could see
....................all those complications & what matters
.............there’s a chill in the air & it’s making me
......& me & you naming everything & it’s making me
....................I’m not a tree
.............I’m a deeper night
**
[sonnet] from (sonnets for the fall)
I want this to be the first time
......the now....the here
I’m lost to myself
..........................breathing
these last fall leaves
....................I’m making up my self
an already dark sky
....................me again...a piece lost
......the stale sunlight..............the harsh outside
.............I’m not a tree
......& the now....that it is....going
an already dark sky &
the whole world brand new again
**
return to Sawbuck 1.6
**
Nate Pritts is the author of SENSATIONAL SPECTACULAR (BlazeVOX). The poems in this issue are from the "Fall" section of his ongoing shepherd's calendar entitled THE WONDERFUL YEARE & will be collected in the chapbook (SONNETS FOR THE FALL) (forthcoming, PARCEL). The "winter" section was previously collected as a chapbook, WINTER CONSTELLATIONS (horse less press). Nate is the editor of H_NGM_N, an online journal of poetry & poetics.
