Coral Hull: Poetry: In The Dog Box Of Summer: Man & The Mountain

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CORAL HULL: IN THE DOG BOX OF SUMMER
MAN & THE MOUNTAIN

a silent man stands by the window of a cottage/
viewing the mountain to which he must go/ with
nervous mounting passion inside him/ he explains
to his wife the urge/ the urge to climb/ to explore
& conquer/ to stand on the top of something/ pelvis
pushed forward/ perhaps chewing on grass/ he dreams
of this/ he doubts his woman's ability to understand
him/ she seems bored by his incessant angry
ramblings/ she seems preoccupied by the present/ &
by what she is doing/ this morning she has done the
ironing/ the washing/ has swept the floor/ has
kneaded the flour/ baked the bread/ made the bed/
has fixed the stool/ has sent the children off to
school/
           she sits doing her knitting/ she is weary/
she does not go to the mountain/ she does not dream
of going there/ she has always been partially
outside the window/ & need not go there/ sometimes
when they have made love/ she has stood outside the
window looking in/ at the sad faced woman beneath
him/ her feet numb in the snow thrown down from the
mountain/ yet he doesn't see her when he looks beyond
the glass/ instead he looks for himself & is lost/
if only he could see her/ he sees the rock & dirt/
the sky mountain grasses/ the ice drift streams/ but
nothing more/ she is cleaning again/
                                                       he is a simple
man/ he thinks the woman does not understand/ the
acute desperateness of one/ who must find himself on
the mountain/ the fear of a man/ never leaving the
window by which he stands/ he blames her for being
who she is/ for keeping him where he is/ her menial
tasks/ her slight indifference/ she only smiles/
finishes the dusting/ she has been elevated long
ago/ before she met him/ she was upon the mountain/
now she is domestic/ mountain stone within/ the man
thrives within the cottage/ never looking behind the
glass/ but he will climb the summit mountain/ shirts
neatly ironed/ never knowing the woman that took him
to such heights/ she will pack his lunch

    

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