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UP JUMPED SPRING | A Poem by Al Young


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Up Jumped Spring

for Nana

What’s most fantastical almost always goes

unrecorded and unsorted. Take spring.

Take today. Take dancing dreamlike; coffee

your night, creameries your dream factories.

Take walking as a dream, the dearest, sincerest

means of conveyance: a dance. Take leave

of the notion that this nation’s or any other’s earth

can still be the same earth our ancestors walked.

Chemistry strains to connect our hemispheres.

The right and left sidelines our brain forms

in the rain this new world braves—acid jazz.

The timeless taste her tongue leaves in your mouth,

stirred with unmeasured sugars, greens the day

the way sweet sunlight oxygenates, ignites

all nights, all daytimes, and you—this jumps.

Sheer voltage leaps, but nothing keeps or stays.

Sequence your afternoon as dance. Drink spring.

Holding her hard against you, picture the screenplay.

Take time to remember to get her spells together.

Up jumps the goddess gratified, and up jumped spring.

© 2006 and 2007 by Al Young


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“A lovely recording from 1991’s ‘You Gotta Pay the Band,’ the only collaboration between Lincoln and Getz, who passed away a few months later. They prove to be a perfect pairing, and are backed by a super trio of Hank Jones (piano), Charlie Haden (bass), and Mark Johnson (drums).”


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