Jakob Ziguras / Poetry

Distant Orchards

Distant Orchards

We must look forward also to the springtime of the body.
Minucius Felix 

In distant orchards green cicadas hum;
Their wings are folded in a brittle prayer.
When will the springtime of the body come?

Can you not hear the blind guitarist strum
Songs on the hollow body of despair?
In distant orchards green cicadas hum,

While pigeons squabble for a single crumb
Of stale bread on the smooth cathedral stair.
‘When will the springtime of the body come?’

Asks pale Athena, who has long been numb,
And waits for wind to loose her marble hair.
In distant orchards green cicadas hum.

The rain is beating like a toy tin-drum
That heralds war, the earth is pale with fear.
When will the springtime of the body come?

The poor are begging in the radiant slum,
Beside the palace in St. Peter’s square.
In distant orchards green cicadas hum.
When will the springtime of the body come?

Jakob Ziguras

“Distant Orchards” was published in the U.S. journal Measure: A Review of Formal Poetry 7:1, 2012.

Chains of Snow is a powerful and impressive first collection, an impressive collection without qualification, in which intelligence and imagination in concert survey the world that humanity has built and offer us the fruits of their inquiry in these haunting poems and their memorable music. —Stephen Edgar

The author’s book of poems Chains of Snow can be purchased directly through the Pitt Street Poetry website: http:http://pittstreetpoetry.com/jakob-ziguras/.

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