The Banyan Review: David Rosenheim

David Rosenheim

Bio:  
Poet and songwriter David Rosenheim lives in a solar-powered house by the sea with his wife and two boys. The Weather Band, Hugh, and Winchester Revival have released his songs on seven critically lauded records, and his poetry has been published in journals including the California Quarterly, The Madison Review, The North Dakota Quarterly, The San Antonio Review, The Adirondack Review, Midwest Quarterly, The Dewdrop, Broadkill Review, Frigg and Common Ground. He is a graduate of Oxford University.

Lynx

Miles of country roada lush green gorgedark comes too quicklyfor night, an eclipse
as if God has put a thumb on the sun to up the stakesof this game
your gameyou pass a towering dead elmits branches bleached white as whale bones
in a crooka dozing black lynxlifts her headher yellow eyes
stare you downyou remember your torchbut its light is swallowed whole by the pressing night 
you wake far from that valley a rare June raintaps the skylight like fingers on a drum

Steuben Song

Dreaming of Steuben againThe hearth the heart the blood the bellWe smoked corn silkWe ran the hill
All the creatures laying stillThe snow lay thick upon the iceThe blade cuts throughEnough to skate
We clear a circle to look throughA frozen fish’s silver eyeLooks from me to youLooks from me to you
Carry wood to light a fire As our ancestors survivedThe sky is streaked with cold starlightSpinning on this lonely ice
                Dreaming of the sea once more                Far below the burning plane                Baptism of salt and foam                I hold you in the turning waves
Back in time the river slowVoices echo through the woodsHorses pull till wet with steamSticks are snapping underfoot
Clouds amassing from the NorthThe fear of cold awakes the spineTo pump the blood to raise the barn by duskNeighbors arms are strong and just Neighbors here are generous
                Dreaming of the sea once more                Far below the burning plane                Baptism of salt and foam                I hold you in the waves


But O to skate the Steuben lakeThe pulse below that Steuben lake

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