4046

4046

Ever on the edge:

On the verge of innocence

When shadows uncalled for

In perspective lie unfelt;

Til reflection on a border

Bends it,

Measurement veer the line,

And what's between is mine.

 

4045

 4045

Punctilious this fear

That knocks at its hour

With a spectral writ;

Quick proceeder!

Of myself

Author and deliverer.

4044

 

4043

 

4042

4042

Each moment with its fellow joint

Makes a present curiously wrapt

With every yesterday;

Till the enclosing ribbon

Has weightless run its way.

4041

4041

Pervious to sparrows,

Who leave seeds in my pockets:

To unpointed minutia,

That knots into myself;

Memory, that tends what I see,

Too the just past, that suits my brevity.

 

4040

 

4039

4039

At the intersection of memory

And its making partners

Of the moon and circumstance

Stands solitude's totem,

To which the sun itself is correspondent,

Though it be but a sand of recollection,

A dim vespers to a festival

Of the figured I. 

4038

 

4037

4037

I live by the way

When not looking but

At the cat's green eye,

The heavy snow and wall of sky,

And maybe Bruegel's hunters trudging by

On the way to eternity

Borne with a patient eye

As weightless as the snow and sky.

 

4036

 

4035

 

4034

4034

To pass is forever

Yet out the window nothing really moves,

Not the crossing geese, the parking cars,

The intermittent face; the dailyness:

As if eternity were a point,

A present moment.

4033

 

4032

 

4031

 

4030

 

4029

4029 

A clout on the head

With a word from wind

To wood made me wordless:

Such respite!

To sense without reflection

Like a cat at a window.

4028

 

4027