Wednesday, November 12, 2008

First Snow

then light from ground to night
sky, the city
rising into the air
god looks down upon the weary world
but rejoice! our saintly head
rests upon this halo bed and hell
has no fury muffled
in this silent white and sterile light
rejoice, and open one sleepy eye
like still-green grass peeping through
this frosty metaphor, and kiss me a long good-
night.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

The song will remind us

our love like blank bars doubled
over this sheet, each thought springing
like perfect circles running the length of our measures
when you move i will jump too
i will reach up to you

we'll warble like fats on the piano
we'll rag all through the dry air and blow down
the empty streets of a dusty town
we'll rag like red satin there

reach down for me
I'll swing my arm from my knees
and we will be the action of our scene
the song will remind us how
to move here
reach for me and we will dance down all the evening air