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Half-self will be plighted to half-self
forever, junked rainbows joined by tar,
as long as a similarly tossed,
chipped person cases a shore like this
and counts its hinges, the responsible
part of toughness. How have these ligaments
held, for their umbones, each life’s intention
of never letting go? A jacket
may have pocketsful, but who will ever
own such an unfailing togetherness gismo,
care-device whose squeeze is slow
to lapse? No binding is harder
to imperil than this we’ve come down for;
for when wholeness and life shall pass,
inseparability springs with recall
while stairways fall from the cliffs.
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Author’s Note: Poets who examined the published version of “On the Abundance of Shell Hinges after a Storm” had an urge to disassemble it and reassemble it like beachcombings in different designs. For them each line was like a shell on a beach. Here is one example, by Lee VanDemarr.
How have these ligaments held,
in their umbones, each life’s intention
of never letting go? Half-self will be
plighted to half-self forever,
junked rainbows joined by tar,
as long as the similarly tossed, chipped
person cases a shore like this
and counts its hinges, the responsible
part of toughness. Stairs fall down
the cliff. Wholeness and life shall pass,
but this inseparability springs with recall.
A jacket may have pocketsful, but
who could ever own such an unfailing
togetherness gismo, care-device
whose squeeze is so slow to lapse?
We have come down for this to last,
the binding always hardest to imperil.
Feel free to do the same.
First published in Threepenny Review, Spring, p. 12.1990 (without the Lee VanDemarr version). The two of them subsequently published in Certain Uncollected Poems, Ostrakon Press, 2012.

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