Monday, August 27, 2012

A Beauty


With pale pink fabric, with floral design
Her skirt clings to her; she cleans a counter-
I gasp, trace from ankle to perfect hip.
If I live through a thousand newborn springs,
I shall not again be so amazed by flowers.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Experience


I have seen no endless glaring deserts,
Nor witnessed avalanches that, falling,
Murder iced peaks and blanket a sharp slope
Like mothers that warm their wailing infants.

If by accident I accumulate
A great many years, I may yet set eyes
On the Temple of Athene in its ruins;
Join Byron in condemning Elgin’s Earl,
Offer my head to anvil for Her birth.

I may yet set eyes
On the ravages of my Empire’s wars;
Build clean wells or strong-walled schools, fly away
Before stone erodes and horror remains.

I may yet set eyes
On fields, no longer red, in Bretagne;
So many untouched trees and rolling hills
Belie spilled blood, bones that are now worms.

I may yet set eyes
On a field of my own, tilled by my hand;
My children run, they sprint to catch the wind,
I am afraid they will become heroes.

I may never be any of those men,
But today I brushed my lover’s hair in the sun.

Fragments 11


the god of thunder once rode on his horse after a battle
cursing the storm that matted his hair to his head
and, beside him, his treacherous relative, bane of the world,
laughed quietly into the curve of his left hand with twisted lips
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because I have become old enough to die, I worry not:
the man fated to die of thirst can fear no wall of flame
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I know a woman with children and sadness.
She pretends but all pretenses are exhausting.
She is nearly alone again but children remain
and so she cannot indulge her despair.
I mean to relate to her a humorous occurrence of an earlier day,
but I forget the details.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Carmen 40


Shall I tell you of your face in the leaves,
As if you do not own your illusions?
Pray, whisper of how you are still surprised
When glass is broken and mirages fail.