1979
The pilot said to the sudden tree,
And annihilation: no, stop.
He'd thought of
Fluorescent light.
A consummation at a desk;
A continuance of one.
Breathe. The future is never here.
The still tree must haste to kill.
No. Stop.
1978
13 September 2012
1977
12 September 2012
1976
1975
1974
08 September 2012
1973
For instance an object,
The underside of a leaf in darkness,
Furnished with a voice;
This lamp-lit dailyness
Into signs translated:
The underside of a leaf,
Spear shape, shield, escutcheon,
And the solitude of one of many,
Ensymboled so
Is amazed in memory.
07 September 2012
1972
06 September 2012
1971
05 September 2012
1970
04 September 2012
1969
03 September 2012
1968
02 September 2012
1967
Contiguous with what is there
Is every's view
Who'd see what is to see.
Neath every vaulted roof
And innocent sky lies the measure
Of one's contiguity.
