{"product_id":"song","title":"Song","description":"\u003cp\u003eBrigit Pegeen Kelly writes a lyrical, surreal poetry that flies toward the magical. Informed by a spiritual vision, her poems sweep us into new relationships, as the darkness that \u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003edoesn\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003et come down, but rises up. . . . It gets the ankles first. It circles \/ The ankles like flood water gradually filling\/The basement of a house. Dark water full\/ Of unnameable things.\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“\u003c\/span\u003ePercival\u003cspan\u003e”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePercival comes. If I pretend he is not here \u003cbr\u003eHe grows larger in the barn, filling all the shadows, \u003cbr\u003eAnd then I cannot go in to feed the cows \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I hear those who give milk crying for milk \u003cbr\u003eAnd I see their hearts, like children\u003cspan\u003e’\u003c\/span\u003es palms, \u003cbr\u003eOpening and closing in the garden. Even in winter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI keep the garden. And Percival, who never looks\u003cbr\u003eAt flowers, taps his fingers on the water \u003cbr\u003eThat has frozen in buckets in the barn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI hear that tapping. Even as I heard him coming, \u003cbr\u003eLast night through my sleep, through the snow, \u003cbr\u003eHis heavy black coat dropping like wings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch6\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/h6\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e© BOA Editions, Ltd. 1995\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":10580621317,"sku":"9781880238134","price":17.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/products\/9781880238134.jpg?v=1527683352","url":"https:\/\/shop.boaeditions.org\/products\/song","provider":"Boa Editions","version":"1.0","type":"link"}