I'm afraid Blogger can't replicate the spacing of many of these passages, so I hope those who enjoy them will take a look at the book itself to see how the words are enhanced by their arrangement on the page.
...not the thing itself but the sense
of other and contrary things is real.
from "Against Numerology"
amber! amber and charred
sticks on that shore
whose seas have lost their clarity
for ever
final and second stanza of
"Baltic Coast Coda: Children Dancing"
Living out on contrary margins
you tell them everything, a
boundary of your resistance, a
song, like an old charm
simply a pattern on air
***
stars--
their great
mercy
stillness
***
completely to hills and water
out of a grace I counter
from "Counter"
moving (lunchtime)
out of the realm of
false, muddled argument
into that contact
with the world in which
(for which)
I live--
to point towards--
because there is no 'away'
to sling things to
and to live here
is not to escape
***
it is raining very hard
it is warm
the birds are (plainly)
loving it
whatever it is
***
dealing with a cow blink pushing up the darkened room a car moist
trying to grow the birds lifting the tarmac as the clouds in islamic
patterns hearing my anger scud across the stars the flowers the
century roosted late a friend defoliated in the cool evening in the
darkened room hearing the earth blink the grass still moist from
hate dealing with a friends cow a car anger blink in the moist
evening trying to help the flowers in the darkened room
***
to recall
those who are expert on apple trees
the trick being
to love
anything
(a bonfire, a bird's tail
in flight)
to start with
a point
to correlate with
it's important
to make mistakes
in a way, once
in a way
parsley
reaching for the measure
the song wavered recalling
evening
smell of parsley
thinned in late may after rain
turning
over and over
air shifting over ground
violin, skylarks wilder
reaching out
by the stone house
trees bent under wind
standing out
years above a river
of years (memory)
in which there is no rest
song lapping
its banks at night
when the owls call
drift down like clouds
like rock
and we to each other calling
our wary friendship
from "Fantasia in the English Choral Tradition"
in
of
shift
under
light
fleet on
blue
worked gold
shall not be
between
shall
song
field
than
quicker
than
friend was
wrong
in what land
son
part 2 of "For the Fallen:
A Reading of Y Gododdin"
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