Nov 22, 2014 | Uncategorized
63.
Don’t go to it wait till it comes
harvest in springtime summer will be
wet
we hid in caves because caves are
most like ourselves
impenetrable far dark dangerous and
wet
being there we could be safe from
ourselves
a new mind in an old place
we lick the place with fantasy alone
quick shadows on the ceiling nothing moving on the floor
metallic aftertaste you sucked a leaf
of rain
copper in the blood sunshine
headaches too
we are the other kind we live beneath
you
the highest thing we think is
somebody else.
64.
Great shapely white bells on the
stalk tall as a woman who?
But the rainbow understands such
things heavy heavy
but do we deserve what of course you
do the moan or muffin
I walk over water as you walk over
fire
close to being afraid but love the
vista
wanted to offer you intricate syntax
Brownian movement never at peace and
even
melodic resolutions suspended over
the abyss
exaltations yet to come, confuse us
great Egyptian energy the neters
that were axes
stand by the river that was once a
human spine
but what a woman! the whole of
Africa.
Nov 21, 2014 | Uncategorized
61.
Not sure what the giving gave a beak
in bark
drink your tea he cries a bird
instructor on the empty moor
everything climbs o let the creature
out
the little lamp that lights our
garnet cavern
sweet aquifer deep riddled with ideas
those toxins of thinking those
premature concretions
just keep thinking the car’s not
there yet
this rolling motion the cello taught
the sea
everything began with us we carved
the fossils in our sleep
smooth skin rough bark all the pain
at once
the world was created ten minutes ago
when you looked out the window and
saw the tree.
62.
Don’t say a name here say a thing
instead
a king grows wary after Pentecost
all those green Sundays and no dragons
God sends sometimes an anchorite to
rouse
tepid thinkers to outrageous absences
silence is a dragon of its own
the dear knights try to conquer it
with song
I’ll never be popular I’m a man
priestless sat together sitting
together is a mode of prayer
who benefits from this stone altar
who tastes the woodruff in this May
wine
master of the forest undefiled by
speech.
Nov 20, 2014 | Uncategorized
59.
Bellini everything yawnless beauty
bellezza
footnote to a lifetime folly lived to
be wise
I have stared at the sea until it
dissolved me
hydrangea who remembers heaven you
dream
a new geology exploring America by dream
find the lost city Beyond The Senses
on the plain
my heart or is it soul is waiting for
me there
raft me your river hitch me your
trailer
lighthouse in the daytime too wink
your red eye
aboriginal light light of sea poppies
too much said
on the terrace with Zukofsky’s
luminous vowels
and the upper bay thronged with
Danish ships.
60.
Climb up to the cellar of the sky
this hill from heaven
o I was brought up with a bone the
meat was just remember
data be our only money gold coins in
colza fields
I slip them in your pocket from
behind rich rich
the clouds walk here before us white
cliffs of over
great ship plows up the losses we
spring from flowers
birds in your hair the old dog led us
home
they sent me to the jungle to look
for you
ice and ash seeping from the wellhead
wind because
the elements of wanting are another
so much was near
Columba or be Yonah bird abaft my
shoe
the head moves fast the body
slow.
Nov 19, 2014 | Uncategorized
57.
If anyone is there to give me need
let me be your favorite machinery
to think you’re meaning something
count the phonemes and link the most
frequent
yielding the secret title of your
flesh
people walking deep inside the bread
break me open and let me out
you also are imprisoned in this tower
taking care of children may be
pyramid enough
for I have gone with you to Egypt
once or twice
riding on your shoulder or your hip
counting the stones at Karnak with
dead eyes.
58.
For I was lapis after all and Danube
delta
down there where they still have
weather
mind perturbed by mower not what I
mean by mind
now long legs warmed by sun renimble
ocelot breakfast but I feed on sight
of the sea
let me feel this me I am this place
the goldfinch at the thistle seed
answer enough
clouds coming over help me to
pronounce
sleep between the syllables and wake
re-meant
clouds give the sea its color back come
guess at me
Wren’s chapel in the Strand strange
altars weary gods
smattered with personality everything
revise away.
Nov 18, 2014 | Uncategorized
55.
Falstaff rises from the water subtly
changed
his laundry basket floats away
downstream
here he’s as wet brand-new as Moses
it takes more than shame to wash old
lusts away
rush of the wild ox through fields of
barley
the maiden thrilled at last consents
to be cast into the contingency of
another’s desire
these are what we forget as we walk mild
in the street
caught in the meshes of other
people’s fantasies
read Coleridge chapter XIII how
little we dare to create
how much we brilliantly remember
use the typewriter at the bottom of
the well.
56.
There is no mainland it’s all Ocean
River
coarse voices of drowned fishermen
finally learn to whisper as the waves
kiss shore
hush and hiss and come between our
skin
in a child’s voice we hear last
echoes of someone else
lost echo Hart Crane to be a poet in
America how strange
take the rhymes away and then you’ll
see
language is continuous I’m giving you
soft white as new parchment and a
bird at my foot
it’s starting again a raft of meaning
floats up and down your spine this
trembling reed
as if you were married to a baker and
slept in his bread.
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