Sarah Mangold

from Her Wilderness Will Be Her Manners

What everyone feels for nature suppose those
feelings      The last-named gentleman appears


An index of his sensitivity      Accommodations of
translation long understood as elegy      We feel


and pronounce this sunset a kind of microphone


Blown all over with pinholes or other holes
Skin is afterward      There is no discrete I     


Each bit of nature landed in one column or
the other      Skin beamed down for the apparent


bending      Iridescent peacock feathers      Wings

of certain dragonflies

It was not intended to be in any way sensual

Prairies grass-robed and flower-decked      Whose

heart-beat does not quicken      Skinning and

dressing      Heart swells      Fresh charm framed

Delights of wilderness

Only angels can do without skin      gestures of remembrance

plead the name be stabilized

between   beside   captured   and cured

hang their harps on willows


The failure of the flamingo group      their honesty of purpose

Mr. Hornaday kindly put me in possession

of distance   of airiness   of boughs

of evergreen   outfits and hints of preparation


We are at liberty to vary attitudes      put as little life as possible

in the corners      let some room to spare

Dear Sister our sweetheart

authentic replica

facts flora

inner frontiers

illusion of participation

of natural variation

home studies in nature

harbor porpoise

sea grass

and oysters

To send all the skins he wanted

suggestions of stealthy theft

masculinity persistent as a text

rosy finch              heart &c. &c.

I kept hold of my departing senses

doubt cast and describer suspected


so much to be remembered by hereafter


around a pond rendered in glass and wax


seasonally incongruous fur phases

Have I been wilderness

Seasonable earthly affections

Gulf wavering honeycomb

       O perform our heart

O mouth our coolings


Waxed hot in our affections

Wing O generations

Become yourself a contributor to science

It is a hopeless attempt to paint general


effects      Wings thrown open like

powdered gems      Daughters of time


Desire to hear the sure accompaniments

of the still   orange-tree   cocoa-nut   fern


Naming a multitude of objects

Such elements of scenery