Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Eos

how we know
beauty when horizon
she crimsonly colors
when her crest
is the sky in its fluting pink

we know by this certain ache
with her fingers of rose arranged
so for their hold to take
waters like dew down her feathers
flow and dreams we divers climb out from their pull

those who wander while from tread each heel lift
this beauty
in the rising forward know
yet i from your cheek brushing its mist of hair
as the day first brushes the face of earth
know beauty beloved of morning's worth

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

spring no.3

the grass does battle
with this snow
army of blades raised green through white
ranks that fall and fall tonight

tomorrow the sun shall side
her shine with crocus spear
laden with its early bloom
balanced like the dove of spring
with sprig returned
and leaving soon.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Tithonus

oh April
this late snow
winter with its wet kiss

yet the night cools but slowly
sun soon will cupping round come strong

this casual
from conversation comes: how things
beginning are
indistinguishable
green sprouts with their life
at once piercing vivid and transparent nearly
by each replica dawn

makes its distinctions in distortions
that come between you with their lovely gauze
each replica
dawn and dawn o Tithonus!
in April these
infinite prisms of mortal white shall have short stay
though inextinguishable in their way.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Vacation denied.

Song written after a conversation the other night about the economic likelihood of a vacation this summer.


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

the almost things

far mountains meeting
banks of chiseled cloud
both hard and soft and which
is which?

breath of the forest
wakened by light rain
i mean, the thing that it is saying
across its intimate acres

fawn facing around before it runs
her eyes meeting your own eyes
a question that can't wait for answers

how when the city building was torn down
it revealed adjacent walls
untouched for 70 years
i mean, the way in which
these are familiar

in spring the first drive home when
folks are out in yards
and each one pulls on you hard
precisely because
there is no reason
why they should

the pull of a goodbye you aren't able even to say
we will not meet again unless
in the shuffle of almost things

is this wrong
this sort of feeling sometimes coming on
that you could simply weep to be apart
from anything that is not yourself?


Friday, April 08, 2011

You come into bloom

Another little song: You come into bloom

Thursday, April 07, 2011

aubade, spring

get up man
all wed of tears
fie on lachrymony
look
the spring uncurls
a prickling day
so new you could not put a finer point upon it

Sunday, April 03, 2011

the solitary ways (in which other things are referred to)

you will be at your best exhausted
(oh the wounded ache of thigh)
everything thins in this place hands
shake chattering key
in the iron plate
oh in myriad
the forking ways
of solitary
in hand raised
spilling solitary toast
you were going to make:
shall I compare thee
to a
to a summer's

there are so many ways
to fall
to fall in
some voice there softly why love:
who knows you better

ah spring with its tang of rain
the cruelest month it is
washed in the glaze of it the
nereid muddy chickens march
by neck-bobbing tread
so much depends, by the gods,
upon
bespotted things.

The new calf

The new calf. Not sure daisies actually bloom at the same time as calves are born, but it's possible.