below me, the
tin-
smith bangs his
hammer, the
old man sells
grapes, sweet
he says, try
some you'll see
sunshine his donkey
sways in
time
you can almost
taste it
(from Sentences, 1976)
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Another Version of Pastoral
The bucolic poet?
He was last seen milking
His latest poem to death.
(from The Intricate Evasions of As)
He was last seen milking
His latest poem to death.
(from The Intricate Evasions of As)
Sunday, April 5, 2009
To a Poet Who Thinks He Has No Need of Revision
On second thought,
You need to
Turn over anew
Leaf through whatever
You thought you knew.
You need to
Turn over anew
Leaf through whatever
You thought you knew.
Friday, April 3, 2009
"Jimmy's Girlfriends and His Late Mother"
Bob Arnold has just published a short story online by John Levy--well worth reading. Here's the link to Bob's always excellent blog.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Footbridge
Frost. The morning
arches
over a marble
river, fast
melting whispers
underfoot.
(First published in Shearsman 1, 1981)
arches
over a marble
river, fast
melting whispers
underfoot.
(First published in Shearsman 1, 1981)
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