This Moment is Gone
By George Goode
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This Moment Is Gone is a playful exploration of the paradoxes of time, love and death. Although the poems circle these themes throughout, the lyrics were written in diverse forms, moods, tones and voices over 30 years. Poet and photographer George Goode grew up in Virginia but has lived and worked in France for 25 years. His poems and photographs have appeared frequently in Europe and the US.
"Wild, soft wind in the cypress and me caught
tieless at the funeral of all former meaning.“
(Ta Panta Rei)
"Just as the answer is always coiled and hidden
in the question, so the uncertainty of our love
signals implicitly its beginning and its end."
(The Necessary Error)
"Reading George Goode's poetry is an invitation to live 'transfixed between beauty and terror' (The Woods). His methods, his own thought, and his voice are all distinctive, provoking original thought in the reader."
–Michael Mott, author of works including "The World of Richard Dadd," "Woman and the Sea," and "The Seven Mountains of Thomas Merton."
"George Goode's poems pose metaphysical questions, rare in contemporary poetry. He produces lyrics that are wryly romantic and betray a subversive wit."
–Tony Roberts, author of "Outsiders" and the forthcoming "Drawndark" and "Poetry in the Blood."
George Goode
Poet and photographer George Goode grew up in the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia and studied philosophy and literature at the College of William & Mary. He also worked in Paris for 20 years as an international tax specialist. His poems have appeared in a number of American and British publications and his photographs in several Paris galleries as well as in Le Salon des Artistes Francais. This is the first complete collection of his poetry. He now lives in Lyon with his wife, the novelist Janet McMahon.
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This Moment is Gone - George Goode
The Second Self
Suddenly you are still sitting there
when someone in you has gotten up
and walked out, slamming the door,
never to be seen again.
Without a word, he has left you behind.
Who knows, maybe it was a woman’s smile,
something you said, a fight at the office.
Whatever it was, the damage is done,
that long marriage with yourself is over.
Now you must get up and try to find him
in another time zone. Having broken through
the cocoon that insulated your old future,
he’s already out there living the authentic life.
He’s left you high and dry, the bastard!
He is out there alone at some corner bar;
he’s hearing all our old songs from the other side.
He’s walking cold and unfamiliar streets.
Now he’s pausing to think his own thoughts
on lanes that are rich and quick with autumn.
Soon he’ll be forgetting all our old midnight talks.
You must follow him. There is no other choice.
Rendezvous
What fascinates the horizons is our love of one spot.
They envy us our locality and single-mindedness.
Hard to imagine, being one thing rather than another--
the choice that was never made. And yet what is
identity? Does the rush of wind off the Atlantic
in storm, the gray mass of wind and water moving,
know of our special problem or expect our prayers?
Doubtful. But we slink from the truth like lizards
slithering into the chinks of rock under a scorching sun.
We are alone in the world and our mothers with us.
For the ambiguous skies, God is more imaginable,
one of its own, someone unbothered by space or time.
I think of your fingers tight on the wheel, your stoic smile,
finding your way seaward under these same clouds.
Feedback
The last time I said anything to you
you fell into a fountain to join the pennies
and green waters covered me head to foot.
Over the years I have learned to be patient
with the responses I provoke in others, which is
like discovering yourself by long division.
Your eyes always seem to speak out of turn,
but their thrust implies a trust in the unknown,
scattering me to the farthest corners.
Further reflection lands me in a zoo
of loose numbers, like birds, trying to fly home.
I have been here before. Like infinity,
you were late in arriving at this moment.
Your perspective is precise, reconstructive.
If I knew how, I’d let you manage my dreams.
Territorial
Before everything started you were
like this: an open pasture dotted
with milkweed and spreading away
without limit except for
one thin black line of fence posts,
minimal in the expanse,
forming a slight arch amidst the stubble
and thick air in the middle distance,
a constraint that only served to emphasize
the openness the fields implied
and to define more surely the perspective
of the untouchable blue haze
of the rising woodlands even farther on.
I loved you, yes, but felt like
a Tartar hoof-romping over such
fertile and open-minded possibility.
Even now I walk your acreage
not as a proud owner or squire
but as one stunned, puzzled,