There are so many, and each oneIts own. But why this, and this still?Was there a sign? Perhaps justThe ancient, utter silence, a hawkHanging upon emptiness aloneBetween the cyclopean cliffs.Leaving the quay, the rusty steamer,The narrow, huddled, whitewashed street,We scrambled upward to the sky.Upon the crest a monasteryHewn from salt, and in the hills beyondA […]
What cld you potentially – no! – possibly do to mean – O – wait! this feels too facile. So try once again. Make sure it is all sure – steadfast – scalar movements towards god knows what. You request the sun is shut out so you can muse on song. O – but of […]
They did not know they stood by Leukas’ rocks
/ (Where Sappho’s story hurls her from above)
/ While waiting for the transports to…
A man wi’ a great big beard
/ A met;
/ Said: ‘Don’t be feared
/ If ye get wet.
/ Run twenty years
/ On nature’s…
A paper lantern on a balcony
/ in one of those old Edo evenings you
/ have read about, perhaps. Kabuki, tea
/ and blossom, wavering:…
The first to die was PROTESILAUS / A focused man who hurried to darkness / With forty black ships leaving…
For Lois Pereiro
/ In Ithaca everyone was dead.
/ They say it was me, Argos the dog, who woke first:
/ — Dead, dead, dead!
/ A smell…
Public libraries / were cherished like Pallas Athene’s temples, / which, for us, in effect, they were.
/ Her only home was here in this forest, among the high rocks,
/ sending her long arrows in flight through…
The threid that reeled him in
/ has brocht me oot –
/ oot o the nairra mask
/ o thirled weys
/ tae the clear licht…