m_topn picture

N O V E M B E R   1 9 9 7

m_rub_po picture

NO ESCAPE

by Peter Davison


audioear picture Hear Peter Davison read this poem (in RealAudio).

(For help, see a note about the audio.)

Also by Peter Davison:
You (2000)
Best Friend (2000)
These Days (2000)
Falling Water (1998)
On Mount Timpanogos, 1935 (1997)
Like No Other (1997)
"I Hardly Dream of Anyone Who Is Still Alive" (1995)
The Unfrocked Governess (1994)
The Passing of Thistle (1989)
The Obituary Writer (1974)
Gifts (1965)
The Winner (1958)


Return to:
An Audible Anthology
Poetry Pages




No, not yet, move nothing until
  you have filled yourself with
        intention, or

your act will freeze, immutable, and
  your thought will have aborted
        into misshapen stumbling.

We stammer in the effort to speak, lurch
  out of a passion to walk, slump
        in lieu of sitting; yet,

within, awareness reaches toward
  an attainable state in which
        we seek to direct our selves

as a rider guides the most accomplished of
  horses, crupper gathering, hooves
        pattering, neck yearning toward

heaven, and the supple trunk
  conveys itself over the earth without
        anticipation or effort.

This is the ascent into the self,
  encountering possibility just as it
        flowers into the actual.

We attain fulfillment only if we carry
  the breath of the world
        without surrender
        or escape.




Copyright © 1997 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved.
The Atlantic Monthly; November 1997; No Escape; Volume 280, No. 5; page 88.

m_nv_cv picture m_nv_un picture m_nv_am picture m_nv_pr picture m_nv_as picture m_nv_se picture