Poetry by Seth Jani: Last Sleep; With You, In Silence; and Barn Making

Last Sleep

Suddenly I am no one,
Evening fills its brass jars
With ichorous grass,
And the sadness that made
The moon a cold stone
Instead of an angel
Floats down to ruin
Even this one good night.
It’s not that the logician
Doesn’t hold the key
To certain things,
But I remember when I
Came upon bent stalks
In the forest, they shined
With the unicorn’s last sleep
And I travelled on looking
For its radiant trail.
You convinced me it wasn’t there,
Was never there, and I still walk
Around carrying that irreparable darkness,
That hole in my reason where
The continuum of ancient things
Once held us closely
To the rabbit-colored earth.


With You, In Silence

How the alphabets disappear
Will not matter.
The world’s been hanging
Onto silence since the
First music modulated
In the mouth,
Or clicked down
On sex-obsessive wings.
Between the curtains
Of plum-light we learn
To perfect our gazes,
Saying nothing,
Not taking a single piece
From the still, nocturnal room.


Barn Making

Elegies are built into the trees
We’re told by another spring
Dampening our boot-soles,
And when the figurative cry
Bursts from the peonies
And the snowmelt smudges
The bank with mud,
We understand the proximity
Of sadness to the bright
Desire-ridden colts of summer.
The story of mayflies
Being born from fire
Was not bad science,
It was the intuitive shape
Of things.
Conscripted right into the
Blooming oak tree is the
Proclivity for mending doors.


Seth Jani
Seth Jani

Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as The Coe ReviewThe Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific ReviewVAYAVYA, Gingerbread HouseGravel and Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry. More about him and his work can be found at www.sethjani.com.