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What of memory, a
film not
wound on properly, cold
daylight.
first stanza of "From Wreay Churchyard"
cursd critics . rubbed the stone clean .
weeds are dressing murmur .
absent in movement
from "Rigmarole: A Struck Bell"
A speech
at odds with itself, as
likely to
soak you as save you.
from "Rigmarole: Uncertain Time"
heart
in its silence.
Light gone
from the dales
and stars
lock in.
from "Sweet Cicely"
The night is
calm, still--
the song of the moon
to the feet
from "Two Movements Which Begin
at the Head and End at the Feet"
blocked morning--I bite
my day and swing out
over sound, over
the past
***
Come
buy your stars anyway
here gripping the stone of winter
***
And glibly on common way
over stubble the scarf the
waymark unstill
over sleepingsickness
over turf of the law hear
heartsong down morning
***
the blood root aloft there
in wind light--iridescent earth
warm and lime washed
***
an apple house in song
mother or summer or clear
blue edged with blood all
softened in winter wood mind
coldsilver
wandering each day of
esoteric signs--sound
gesture into the dirt lands.
***
salt caked robed in its rime
the paint the plaster the ship
the hope ever silent
***
light in showers foundered
our sound singing in
fruitless ache. Memory
***
all sound starmantles
all the half might
all that wasn't lost falling
from "Underwriter"
Young girls laugh in the lane, a word
like that giggle doesn't exist.
Out of a lexicon of reedy days
release this pavement of colour.
***
Here's a flower
we'd all forgotten, from a pot
marked nightmare. When we're
finally tired, we sleep like children. So
breathing it reaches at last
to an argued form of blessedness, a
silvered road deep to stars.
***
Then we wash down
those strange stars, and gardens
everywhere lose their quiet.
***
By starlight on a clear night
insects sing, a music apart
on margins we thrill to.
from "Writing in the Dark"
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