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Winterish


Winterish   After last night’s blizzard, the cement Chinese scholar—who meditates on a makeshift pedestal in our garden’s southwest corner—has suffered a storm-change into something rich and strange. Atop his modest Buddhist curls, he now wears a proud bishop’s miter of … Continue reading

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September Revolution


September Revolution Summer’s tyrants quail in their tanning booths. King Mosquito; Herr General Barbeque; the Lords of Scorch & Thunder—all slink away as Evening’s rebels muster at the Equinox. Monarchs in panicked caravans flee south across the border into fall, … Continue reading

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LITURGY II (ENGLISHING ROBERT MARTEAU)


12 (in a sequence of twelve) The oak has fallen into the middle of the blackberry bushes, Bearers of ripe fruit.  It groans along its whole length, Maimed, its crown in disorder, its trunk Like a dead beast abandoned to … Continue reading

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LITURGY II (ENGLISHING ROBERT MARTEAU)


11 (in a sequence of twelve) Everywhere each thing had its color.  The earth Was God’s gift: a cube in the sphere Turned by angels; the garden which the gods Wished to live in.  Each mouth retold This fable as … Continue reading

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Liturgy II (Englishing Robert Marteau)


10 (tenth in a sequence of twelve) A nuthatch seems to undo stitches.  A year-old roebuck Snarls, corralling his does; then the herd Skirts around me by way of the spruce grove; and flees, Their hurry half-opening the green shade … Continue reading

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