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FOG A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands’ spruce-tips drunk up like milk in the universal emulsion; houses reverting into the lost and forgotten; granite subsumed, a rumor in a mumble of ocean. Tactile definition, however, has not been totally banished: [...] A BOOK OF MUSIC Coming at an end, the lovers Are exhausted like two swimmers. Where Did it end? There is no telling. No love is Like an ocean with the dizzy procession of the waves’ boundaries From which two can emerge exhausted, nor long goodbye Like death. Coming at an end. Rather, I [...] Klik hier om het video filmpje te bekijken BRIGHT EYES – I MUST BELONG SOMEWHERE Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall. Leave the death ledger under city hall. Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today. Just leave the lilac print on the linen sheet. Leave the bird you killed [...] SOLSTICE On the first full day of summer the sun is up the sky as far as it will get and now it will head south to warm the Antipodes, where today it rains and gales blow up from the Antarctic. Here it is summer already, the lawn mowed, garden weeded and nostalgia for [...] SNOW-BOUND [The sun that brief December day] The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before [...] Celebrate the first national Poem In Your Pocket Day! The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends on April 17. Unfortunately, I didn’t find out about it until well past half-way through the day … but still, [...] THE CHANGING LIGHT The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Francisco is a sea light an island light And the light of fog blanketing the hills drifting in at night through the Golden [...] Leaning into the Afternoons Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames, its arms turning like a drowning man’s. I send out red signals across your absent eyes that move like the sea near a lighthouse. You keep only [...] |
      
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