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FISHING ON THE SUSQUEHANNA IN JULY I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not in July or any month have I had the pleasure–if it is a pleasure– of fishing on the Susquehanna. I am more likely to be found in a quiet [...] SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE In the wild soft summer darkness How many and many a night we two together Sat in the park and watched the Hudson Wearing her lights like golden spangles Glinting on black satin. The rail along the curving pathway Was low in a happy place to let us cross, And down the [...] Somehow, I got on the mailing list for the Madison River Fishing Company; not really sure how … it doesn’t really matter. Their focus is the serious fly fisherman. When I was but a lad, living in Tennessee and Minnesota, I used to love to go fishing; granted, all I ever did was bait and [...] LIBIDO How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void arms and you a phantom still, And day your far light swaying down the street. As never fool for love, I starved for you; My throat was dry and my eyes [...] CROSSROADS The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The second half of my life will be water over the cracked floor of these desert years. I will land on my feet this time, knowing at least two languages and who my friends [...] THE SNOW-STORM ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet Delayed, all friends shut out, [...] Kind of wish I had received this before posting recent reactionary blog posts … but will be something to keep in mind going forward. THE POWER OF AN AUTUMN LEAF In working with the setting sun or confused world, the attitude of the warrior is like an autumn leaf floating down a river. It doesn’t [...] MAY Let me look at those eyes. I want to know how you are. —Rainer W. Fassbinder Look. May has come in. It’s strewn those blue eyes all over the harbor. Come, I haven’t had word of you in ages. You’re constantly terrified, Like the kittens we drowned when we were little. Come and [...] RIVER [...] |
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