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Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 08:13:00 PST |
Some Centuries Later |
The peach moon shone along the stubborn bight.Time commenced. Soon the mellow birch swaggered under the city.In the sky, the shade dropped. Buildings brayedbut did not budge. The steel and concretewas...
Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 05:33:00 PST |
At the Ferry Vale |
i.The heart is an opaque pearl, but what of that?I read with wealth and grief. The wind is a rope of straw, clawingthe hoops of its anonymous self,blowing back against old day traffic,villages under t...
Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 05:59:00 PST |
Like a Memoir of Evening |
A car zooms underneath the hooks of night. The racing lights stand past and still and do not bow. And drained of sex, strangely compassionate: you are like a video of blue-shadowed stars, small and vo...
Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 01:50:00 PST |
Pastoral |
Where does one belong? The stretchingof song fills window and sparrow.From dark springs come rain-flowers.Two pure rocks in chaste snow.The mind’s heart leaves a steady blow.Blue in black branch...
Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 12:30:00 PST |
Proud Hand |
for a lost friendThere are few cliffs here but the largess of cold hours.Lightness of breath maintains the western skies.Winter, painters, this marble path . . .What else calls to a carpet of bees, an...
Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 11:56:00 PST |
GRAND BALLET |
I would attend to your aspirations and mighty aches if the laughing birds settled, centuries in air,and the plunging horse of the night, and dusk, and stars with blue umbrellas, stuck to a foul ...
Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 11:20:00 PST |
Miscellany |
Why do I have this weed in my mouth,by the fountains of two pissing nymphs?Stone, mute angels and a coral combby the evening faucet, yes, that’s fine.Beside the rainbow-crowded clavichord,I met ...
Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 12:44:00 PST |
Net |
Across the salutary western plains,the wide white lanes of highwaysare high and lonely in the night,immaculate but for the freedomof scenting out the solitary lilac.Blue lavender of the frozen stars,a...
Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 12:32:00 PST |
Braille |
Lost among fine suburbs and computer farms,callowness, youth, callousness, a white moth,there is milk and marble in your nimble arms.And I am smoke at the end of the garden path.What permits our deep-...
Posted by Adam Fitzgerald on Fri, 14 Mar 2008 09:03:00 PST |
