Pages

▼

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Crow's Foot


edge 
         of the meadow, the small 

tracks 

                there, 
a stream 
                beginning 

to branch. 


(Opening poem from Sentences, 1976)

at

2 comments:

  1. TCDecember 20, 2011 at 8:15 PM

    And stalking beauty...

    So to feel and follow the branch and tributary structure; a movement that leads back from the edge of the meadow into the mystery and darkness of the woods; exactly where, now, we understand we all along wanted to be going.

    ReplyDelete
  2. vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)December 21, 2011 at 9:52 AM

    Exactly. Back into the heart of the heart of the mystery. Thanks, Tom.

    ReplyDelete