Broken Arrowheads at Chilmark, Martha’s Vineyard - by
Glint of white quartz on the pale cream sand,
/ Or sparkle of worked stone, red, black or green;
/ The eye, unwillingly trapped,…
Glint of white quartz on the pale cream sand,
/ Or sparkle of worked stone, red, black or green;
/ The eye, unwillingly trapped,…
On the hillside where they come to cut trees
/ To keep warm through overcast winter days
/ He saw a stone on a…
I
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/ A long peninsula of solid rock,
/ upholstered every year in threadbare green.
/ Stones everywhere, ambiguous and burgeoning.
/ In Sanna ramparts of them
/ march…
There is no beginning. We saw Lewis
/ laid down, when there was not much but thunder
/ and volcanic fires; watched long seas…
There’s a whole country at the foot of the stone
/ If you care to look
/ These are the stones we have instead…
For the second time in fifty years
/ I come to the Marble Quarry.
/ Last time, a boy, I came with my father.
/ Now…
Gewiß
/ Ein Stein überdauert
/ Uns
/ Die nicht einmal natürlichen
/ Todes gewiß sind
/
/ Doch nur
/ In uns
/ Überlebt die Geschichte
/ Dieses Steins die Hand
/ Die ihn gehaun
/ Zu Tempeln
/
/ Und zu Staub
/
/ Sein…
Birches on the quarry floor, slim,
/ half naked, shadow the creviced rock
/ with black lines like flowing ink.
/ Casual boulders loll at their…
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