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RHAPSODY No one says it anymore, my darling, not to the green leaves in March, not to the stars backing up each night, certainly not in the nest of rapture, who in the beginning was an owl, rustling just after silence, whose very presence drew a mob of birds–flickers, finches, chickadees, five cardinals to [...] SNOW Low clouds hang on the mountain. The forest is filled with fog. A short distance away the Giant trees recede and grow Dim. Two hundred paces and They are invisible. All Day the fog curdles and drifts. The cries of the birds are loud. They sound frightened and cold. Hour By hour it grows [...] EELS – LITTLE BIRD Little bird Hoppin’ on my porch I know it sounds kinda sad But what’s it all for? Right now you’re the only friend I have in the world And I just can’t take out very much Goddamn I miss that girl Little bird You look all right I’m sure it’s [...] AUTUMN Both lying on our sides, making love in spoon position when she’s startled, What’s that? She means the enormous ship passing before you— maybe not that large, is it a freighter or a passenger ship? But it seems huge in the dark and it’s so close. That’s a poem you say, D. H. Lawrence—Have [...] After seeing the majesty of Mt. Nebo, above Payson and Santaquin, Utah yesterday, I had to find a good mountain poem for today … and where better to turn than the poetry of China? GAZING AT THE SACRED PEAK What’s this ancestor Exalt Mountain like? An unending green of north and south, ethereal beauty Change-Maker [...] DRAWING FROM LIFE Look: I am building absence out of this room’s air, I’m reading suppositions into summer’s script snarled on a varnished floor. It looks like a man. That knot’s his hand waving good-bye, that stippled stripe of grain’s the stacked-up vertebrae of his turned back. Small birds (sparrows or finches, or perhaps) are [...] HEAVY SNOWFALL IN A YEAR GONE PAST Heavy snowfall in a year gone past hammered the sudden edge of the house foundations to a rounder world a whiter light after the end of day. My favorite coat, lush sable in color, a petty fake that warmed me to the ears hangs after the seasons a [...] ELECTION YEAR A jet of mere phantom Is a brook, as the land around Turns rocky and hollow. Those airplane sounds Are the drowning of bicyclists. Leaping, a bridesmaid leaps. You asked for my autobiography. Imagine the greeny clicking sound Of hummingbirds in a dry wood, And there you’d have it. Other birds Pour over [...] No, I didn’t forget. ARS POETICA A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown— A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. * A poem should be motionless in [...] |
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