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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 [...] FOG You see, shore-hugging IS neither surety Nor earns salt pride braving the long sea-sweeps. This came up in the dark while some of us Bore on in our sleep. Was there In the dog-watch already, hiding the dog-star. We woke into it, rising from dreams Of sea-farms slanting on cliffs in clear light And [...] A CHRISTMAS CAROL In the bleak mid-winter Frosty winds made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter, Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When he comes to [...] LEDA HIDDEN Christmas Eve, unseasonably cold, I walk in Golden Gate Park. The winter twilight thickens. The park grows dusky before The usual hour. The sky Sinks close to the shadowy Trees, and sky and trees mingle In receding planes of vagueness. The wet pebbles on the path Wear little frills of ice like Minute, [...] View Ascent activity on 27-Jun-10 at 10:19AM in a larger map Emigration to Little Mountain summit. Legs felt good, lungs felt okay, but did have to hit the asthma inhaler a couple of times. The chip seal in Emigration Canyon is a little rough, but not nearly as bad as I’ve seen elsewhere. It was [...] 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 [...] COMING You are driving to the airport Along the glittering highway Through the warm night, Humming to yourself. The yellow rose buds that stood On the commode faded and fell Two days ago. Last night the Petals dropped from the tulips On the dresser. The signs of Your presences are leaving the House one by [...] 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 [...] THE SEPARATE ROSE: I Today is that day, the day that carried a desperate light that since has died. Don’t let the squatters know: let’s keep it all between us, day, between your bell and my secret. Today is dead winter in the forgotten land that comes to visit me, with a cross on [...] |
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