Analysis
by Robert
Schultz
This is Michael Carey for Voices from the Prairie a weekly sampling from the rich soil of Iowas literary tradition. Todays poet is Robert Schultz of Decorah in northeast Iowa. In it he juxtaposes the physical imagery of splitting and chopping wood for the winter months and the more abstract concerns of psychological analysis. You can decide for yourself which is being compared to which.
Analysis
Hefting the axe-head,
Throwing it down through
Oaks red heart,
I wonder and swing,
The wide blue day opening
Worlds within worlds
In winter branches,
In shadowy centers
Of boxwood shrubs
Where the quick eye lingers,
Curious after the hidden
Root of what it sees
And hardly believes:
A globe of living forms
Afloat in glittering air.
The steel head cleaves
Fragrant slabs from rounds,
Uncasking intoxicants
Woods bouquet like
Burgundy aged
In the innermost rings.
Slabs clatter;
Kindling splits
With a few more strokes;
But still red oak holds
Tight in its grain
A bottomless space
Where planets swish
And imagination dives in vain
For grounding or platform.
Meanwhile, back in the bluish
Light of early December,
Two imparadised birds
Are whistling, hidden in pines,
And deep inside a whorl
Of hardwood, blade against burl,
The axe-head rests.
I pry and hammer, pry
Til the splitting handle snaps,
Then carry the whole
With its swallowed wedge
Back home to my grate,
Where the knot I could not
Break with my axe,
The fire unties.
"Analysis" by Robert Schultz originally appeared in The
Hudson Review and is taken here from the book Winter in Eden published
by Loess Hills Books.
For Voices from the Prairie and Humanities Iowa, this is Michael Carey hoping you continue to hear the music blooming all around you.
Biography
When he isnšt teaching at Luther College, Robert Schultz lives, works and fishes in Decorah and the surrounding countryside. He has published two books of poems Winter in Eden Loess Hills Press (1997) and Vein Along the Fault The Lauroc Press (1979); and one novel The Madhouse Nudes Simon & Schuster (1997). He has received the Virginia Quarterly Review Emily Clark Bolch Prize for Poetry and a National Endowment for the Arts Award.