BY JAN HAAG

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





SUN

11-01-97

O Devayani, the sun shines down upon us,
high in the sky.
Could you get much higher in the sky?
Surely, the sun is beyond the sky --
earth's atmosphere.

What is earth's atmosphere?
You'd think there'd be a formula,
learned in school,
to tell us what the air is made of --
like CO2 and H2O.

And so there must be
a very long string which says
what air is.
And the Sun?
O Devayani, the sun is light.

Is heat.
Is luminescence.
Is like the core of our planet.
The sun is in my heart
as the birds wheel overhead

at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.
As the sun goes down
the birds caw
soaring, plummeting.
Will the sun fall?

Is there light in my heart?
Is there light
within the volcano's explosion,
within the pattern
of crystals

that pull out to Pele's hair? --
black rods glistening,
made of light,
of glass.
We walk about

on light, O Devayani,
in the incandescence
of the autumn leaves,
translucent
where the sky penetrates

the absence of chlorophyll,
as the birds fly into the sun,
scream their delight
and come to rest
as light
in the golden trees.




Copyright © 2002 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu




THE DEVAYANI POEMS

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Lung-gom-pas

Nothing




BY JAN HAAG


POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C., A Context