Wallace,
When we got to the moor,
We saw the one thing still
Moving on that mossy-like surface
Was a waterlogged semaphore.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Today as April 21, 1970
Who will calculate for us the cost of our decision to forget?
--George Seferis
For the past
three years, she's been at it,
nagging as I descend
the steps into the garden, bent
over, bringing the sky with me:
Elias, where's the sun? You forgot
the sun again. You know how
we depend on you.
Hag. How she stumbles
in her garden, blistering her knees
against the rocks, while I sit here,
idle, and think about it:
"You know how we depend on you..."
I should have been an owl in daylight
or a marble face dumb in the night.
It would have been easier then,
hating her.
(From Sentences, 1976)
NB: Today is the 36th anniversary of the fall of the repressive, brutal and despicable Greek junta which seized power on April 21, 1967; true to form, the US was one of the first countries--perhaps the first--to recognize the dictators.
--George Seferis
For the past
three years, she's been at it,
nagging as I descend
the steps into the garden, bent
over, bringing the sky with me:
Elias, where's the sun? You forgot
the sun again. You know how
we depend on you.
Hag. How she stumbles
in her garden, blistering her knees
against the rocks, while I sit here,
idle, and think about it:
"You know how we depend on you..."
I should have been an owl in daylight
or a marble face dumb in the night.
It would have been easier then,
hating her.
(From Sentences, 1976)
NB: Today is the 36th anniversary of the fall of the repressive, brutal and despicable Greek junta which seized power on April 21, 1967; true to form, the US was one of the first countries--perhaps the first--to recognize the dictators.
Air of Gravity
Raindrops tripping the light
Fantastic?
On high tree limbs, light-
Headed wind brings them
Down to earth again.
Fantastic?
On high tree limbs, light-
Headed wind brings them
Down to earth again.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Kismet
desert storm
. . . . . . . . . . . .
mirages err
or ages speak
mirrors terror
. . . . . . . . . . . .
crushed the bones
jaws of asses
do not clatter
. . . . . . . . . . . .
thus of error
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Immaculate Conception
Not what you would think but
Poems as pure,
Crystalline
As the snow
That’s driven us
To perfection.
Poems as pure,
Crystalline
As the snow
That’s driven us
To perfection.
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