Archive for December, 2008

Edict 3 (Yeats)

I thought I heard, softly

This morning,

The wind coming in

Under the door.

 

Whatever it was,

However it was,

It was

And it was there on the floor.

Edict 2 (Pound)

Have my, the too warm cold

and have empty is in

sheets, the bed and you

are reaching me

in through me.

 

When day is ending

and there is that way

everything has of falling

through me,

then I am beginning to go

round and turn in the

                                     lights.

 

When it is ending,

then all falls before me.

and if it was not, I would have said.

No. 4

mums,
potted mums;
flat,
drawn out leaves
like a
sun.

Poeming

1

It has      all

Day been

Snowing

As        thick as

Sheets,

 

And

 

The      wind

Has been

Pushing

Against             the

Trees,

 

And

 

The      grass

Is

Dying

Underneath

The      leaves.

 

 

2

Then

I am     swallowed

By a fall            of

Leaves

 

And

 

Rooms like       richest             

Cities    move   

Through            me.

 

 

3

And      toward

Me the                        

Sun                  is shinning

 

And      toward

Me the            

Clouds             are moving

 

And      toward

Me the

Trees                are bending.

 

 

4

My hand moves among the trees

                               And fields,

Like hare

And then

                               I sing.

 

My hand moves among the streams

                               And hills,

Like hare

And then

                               I sing.

 

5

I am brought to the trees

                          And hills,

Even as I bring them

From my mouth, like a song.

 

And

I think,

 

My hand is a bird or

                     A body,

I have found and dragged home,

                     Behind me.