new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Carved from the stone of a dead-set heartThe talking part turned away, and what may beLess accessory than listening partSaw no crime in hearing itself out.
Exquisite. This put me"In the Museum Garden"Empty chairs:the statues have gone backto the other museum.-------------questioningIs it the voiceof our dead friends orthe gramophone?--Haiku 3 and 4 from Seferis' "16 Haiku"