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all around us moonbeams spark
all around us moonbeams sparkoff cannons wheeled round the battlementslate window light by late window light behind us goes out the castle keep darkens up and goes slowly to sleepand now light unscriptedheaven’s light the light of helllight from the world that was and from the world that is to come light light in the…
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windblown snowflakes swirl
windblown snowflakes swirlflake by flake beyond the glassthe sky is falling
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further downriver
further downriverbefore the old man mates with the bow and passes its genetics and its defectsas an inheritanceinto its south saskatchewan* offspringto either side in winterstubble on the faces of sleeping fields whose crops were last shaved in october protrude through thin sheets of snow or lie snuggled under heavy blanketslike an addict in a…
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the mountain doesn’t speak
the mountain doesn’t speakit isn’t honestit doesn’t lie
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in his voice i hear
in his voice i hearneither amazement nor fear as he glances again at that soul that ignites into the image of his previous kingit’s the same light he saw the night beforethere’s no funeral attendancein his attitude as he watches the specter move across the battlements like a torch that lights the bedchamber of the…
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images of the poems i wanted
images of the poems i wantedto come calico or sleekand black furred and reflecting lightwith white from the snout downthe chest under the belly and whitethe paws of a poem i’d title sylvesteri’ve seen the thought in the headlightsto open my notebook like a door and admitone of those if ever i saw one stalkin…
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i could have chosen to go
i could have chosen to goout to the hour in which the music stoppedwhere with only the instruments the stage was ignoredthe hour undimmed where with light the bulbshung from the ceiling and the bulbs backedto the walls were filledi never chose to goout to the hour in which see throughmugs and glasses and bottles…
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imagination’s human
imagination’s human‘til something in a grassseed hereamong the grassesof the river valleyempire demonstratesan ambition to becomeeverything a grass canbecome by sproutingand something therein a grassseed across the riveramong the grasses ofthe coulee sidetribes that gatherin small bunchesdoes the same thingand something beyondthere in a grassseed among the grasscivilizations that stretchaway from the topof the cliffs…
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between that place
between that placewhen the light that litinto the specter of the deadking extinguishedand that place when that lightthat lit into that shadereignitedmarcellus leaneddown on his hands on the parapet peeredinto the horizontal abyss of the east i swearhe saw through a blind man’sdarkness that night like he sawthrough every horizonsaw all the way to norway…
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