holland |
So you too, are a part of me. My solitude
always beginning, as grass growing, is a tide
running at daybreak out of the east
to slide over the sand, encircle
the drowned beauty, the dead bird, th...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 09:45:00 GMT |
woman. |
Exciting not by excitement only; subtler:
beautiful and unhappy's not enough:
a woman engrossed
in delight or anguish or simply in passing
from point to point: stretched proudly
ready to twang or sing...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 09:24:00 GMT |
to kenlee: my artist sister. |
Easels: a high and bare room:
some with charcoal, one with a brush,
some with loud pens in the silence,
at work. The woman
in taut response, intent:
under violent light that pulls
the weight of ...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Dec 2007 09:17:00 GMT |
resurrection miracles |
It is for all "literalists of the imagination"poets or not,that miracle is possible, possible and essential.Are some intricate minds ...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 22:11:00 GMT |
the human condition |
I know this happinessis provisional:the looming presences-great suffering, great fear-withdraw onlyinto peripheral vision:but ineluctable this shimmering of wind in the blue leaves:this flood of still...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 22:06:00 GMT |
to you emperors of rhythm and harmony |
What I know about music is that common people never really hear it...but the man, a man who is creating and producing is hearing something else, its a relation between them and the the celestial; deal...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 01:35:00 GMT |
