Hölderlin’s shopping bag - by
Poetry object
home
Long Lost Lover - by
A yellow dawn breaks on the airport of my childhood
Thick air of spices and warmth and tenderness
Enters my nose and brings out a wave of nostalgia
And here I am, the home of my soul
Don Meuang embraced me like a long lost lover
The Interior - by
A lifetime of work to own a house / then you end up diminished by it.
Heart - by
Home is where the heart is / or home is where the art is…
Whithorn Manse - by
I knew it as Eden,
/ that lost walled garden,
/ past the green edge
/ of priory and village;
/ and, beyond it, the house,
/ withdrawn, white,
/ one window…
Hame-comin - by
Hame, hame, hame on the truck,
/ the wheels grind their grumly air, …
On a Stairway in Luang Prabang - by
Step as you will through life,
/ A thousand ways, a thousand places.
/
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/ Carry a home in your heart
/ Or spend years seeking the…
Ever Northwards - by
A few more looks over
/ my breeze-polished shoulders
/ and I shall be home.
/
/ The spilled-over
/ window deepens with every gaze.
/ On the island
/ which incessantly…
from Tell Them - by
I prepared the package
/ for my friends in the states
/ the dangling earrings woven
/ into half moons black pearls glinting
/ like an eye in…
Returning to Tel Aviv - by
This is a place I like to know
/ with the ease of love,
/ gliding slow along the way –
/ these streets of white…
Today I dreamed all day… - by
Today I dreamed all day. I dreamed
/ I drove round Bukhara. I dreamed
/ dizzy minarets, I dreamed
/ rosegardens skimmed my shoes.
/ I dreamed I…
So Much for Mañana - by
After twenty years in the mainland
/ Mother’s gone back to the Island
/ to let her skin
/ melt from her bones
/ under her native sun.
/ She…