1474
19 December 2010
1464
The quality of nature is not gained
Nor falls it from a heaven,
Nor borne nor housed,
Yet occupied and carried still,
Mirror and object alike of what is.
What's animal's in amber,
To sensation's largess bound
And golden in this fraction's potence,
Blooded with its heat.
Ungentle be false duality-
The pulse in in a thought-
Grant me peace my creature
Not yours to take,
But mine to surrender.
11 December 2010
1456
1456
Notion me a love
That like a moon I seem moving
Though her motion is the matter.
Nature's sleights are sound
As the roundness of orbits,
Yet emotions at angles feint
To course the ego's makeshift
Map of consequence.
Conjure me the spherical
Strangeness of a well round which
Imagined paths magnetic go,
And where, as figured
Not hocussed they may cross there we be,
One, one, a magnitude,
Imaginary too.
30 November 2010
1446
It is where we reside without holding a place
In eyes or voice
With inward face to a pattern wed,
A mere standard of breath,
Indifferent animal, to be
Unwrought by the furniture of complexity.
Desire surcease
Is a house aslant of angles
Knowing.
Out of memory is the foundation bent:
Of new faults to the splintered roots
A signature make,
And crescent of a bending.
23 November 2010
1440
The square root of minus one
Upon the flecked blue grass
As if the leaves had wings to angle
Their yellow selves along the unreal axis.
By the autumn tree our terminus we wonder
At the once-green:
The jetsam of chance,
Or fine vortical solution?
No: it is the freemasonry of the unthinking,
With sister truth arrayed,
Beyond an art's arraignment;
What beauty's beheld in this field
Needs no beholder.
15 November 2010
1432
Can you distill the time,
To make pale hours a dark
Moment's condensation?
It would of brevity taste,
Brief pain, brief desire;
For the body makes its own liquor,
From the lightest touch a depth,
But years are slighter than a day
And want this still to hold them:
Time as hapless ends as it beginning tends
To suddenness and fury.
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