This will be a poetry blog, possibly expanding to included essays, other scribbles. I will attempt to put the writings in chronological order, but that may or may not occur.
The 1970’s
FORM TO FORM
Form to form and cell walls breaking–
It is the swamp where most life breeds.
Time has made the adult hungry
Time has soothed the infant’s needs.
A vision draws itself together
Struck by feathering bone to bone.
It blossoms, dies, and comes again as
Shapes defined by stars alone.
THE EVOLUTION OF THE HORSE
Eohippus streaks across
the spinning rim of infant sea.
High she watches him,
from furnaced hills she frightens him.
Blown billowing hills once waves.
High she watches him; with future grin
she frightens him,
She steams a carnal sigh,
and she locks her toes together.
FALCONS
Hunting.
By the skull of the water.
Watches with smiling slits
the limegrove sea
Sinks to the skull of the water
sheared off the feathers of the falcon
Scream of the ragged hunter
hunting
the beautiful wheaten bones.
NEWMARKET
First
they said they had to clear the brush…
and then the apple trees came down.
(The last corner of the orchard.)
And then the machines came in
and the cement trucks,
the construction crew, the carpenters.
And the birds move on
and the snakes
and the squirrels and skunks,
and the smells change, and the sounds.
They used to call this Canada Street,
where the mill girls walked past
the big brick house on the hill,
orchards behind it, and the river.
Eighteen or twenty apartments will
be hammered together this summer
in the last corner of the orchard.
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