Agelenopsis poetans
by Yael Dragwyla
Originally published in Poemethon No. 14 (1977)
(Rick Eymer, editor; published in San Mateo, CA)
The poet
Carefully secretes
Appropriate selections
Of the heart's store of passions
Through deftly controlled
Hypothalamic spinnerets
At a rate dictated by
Growing wisdom,
Drawing them out
Into filaments of phrases
And arranging them in webs
The geometry of which
Is language and rhythm
And whim . . .
* * *
If you rise early enough
On fertile April mornings,
You can see the dew of dreams
Flashing on the webs
Which the poets set up in the grass
The night before:
They're lovely in the early morning,
But if you walk through one
Strung up in the trees
By a more ambitious versifier,
You're apt to find it nasty
And a bother to brush off.
(From http://www.texasento.net/Social_Spider.htm)
Originally published in Poemethon No. 14 (1977)
(Rick Eymer, editor; published in San Mateo, CA)
The poet
Carefully secretes
Appropriate selections
Of the heart's store of passions
Through deftly controlled
Hypothalamic spinnerets
At a rate dictated by
Growing wisdom,
Drawing them out
Into filaments of phrases
And arranging them in webs
The geometry of which
Is language and rhythm
And whim . . .
* * *
If you rise early enough
On fertile April mornings,
You can see the dew of dreams
Flashing on the webs
Which the poets set up in the grass
The night before:
They're lovely in the early morning,
But if you walk through one
Strung up in the trees
By a more ambitious versifier,
You're apt to find it nasty
And a bother to brush off.
(From http://www.texasento.net/Social_Spider.htm)