in the stream;1look, the duck-rabbits swim between.The Mill Raceat Granta Placetosses them from form to form,dissolving bodies in the spume. Given A and see2find be3(look at you, don’t look at me)4Given B, see A and C.that’s what metaphor5is for. Date and placein the expression of a face6provide the framefor an instinct to rename,7to try to […]
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If I have to, then let me be the whaler poet, / launcher of the knife, portioning off / the…
A nocturnal bird, say a nightjar,
/ cocking its head in the silence
/ of a few deflowering trees,
/ witnesses more than we do
/ the parallels.
Behind convolvulus and seeding grass
/ we park.
/ We see not one scuff or rip on the Strait
/ to show
/ two thousand years and more…