Poetry, Literature, and Writing – Page 38

fog

January 26, 20041 Comment

I wish I could get lost in the very air itself. Use the fog in my own favor. Maybe I’d become the fog. How else decide how the fog begins, and where the fog ends?

i am a clock

January 23, 2004

may you never be unable to see the passage of time on my face… (i am a clock) (8/20/03)

So I would hear out those lungs, The air split into nine levels, Some gift of tongues of the whistler In the invalid’s bed: my mother, Warbling all day to herself The thousand variations of one song; It is called Buckdancer’s Choice. For years, they have all been dying Out, the classic buck-and-wing men Of … Continue reading Buckdancer's Choice

Law Like Love

January 23, 2004

Law, say the gardeners, is the sun, Law is the one All gardeners obey To-morrow, yesterday, to-day. Law is the wisdom of the old The impotent grandfathers shrilly scold; The grandchildren put out a treble tongue, Law is the senses of the young. Law, says the priest with a priestly look, Expounding to an unpriestly … Continue reading Law Like Love