Poets Walk: dance wild alleluias

Poets Walk: "dance wild alleluias"

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The Angels of Radiators by A. Poulin, Jr.

Every night when my wife

and daughter are asleep

and I'm alone in this old house

lost in landscapes somewhere

between the points of stars,

my furnace fails like heaven.

The water that will turn

to steam and turn to heat

and rise as grace runs out.

In unlighted corners, angles

opening to blank space,

radiators, cold and white,

are silent and dead angels,

incarnate where they fell.

Every night, every winter,

I have to go down cellar,

turn the valve until the gauge

is full of water once again,

until the furnace starts

to rumble with its resurrection.

Then the house begins to move,

and through the winter night

that threatens us like Hell, by God,

the pure spirit of the fire roars

blue, veins ring, and radiators,

a whole chorus of Dominions, sing

and dance wild alleluias warm as spring.

“The Angels of the Radiators” is from Selected Poems. Copyright © 2001 by the Estate of A. Poulin, Jr. Used by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd., www.boaeditions.org.