from Rosmarie & Keith Waldrop's Well Well Reality [collaborations]:
[7]
whether
a man
plough
earth or
sea
a deep
draught
taken without
drawing
breath as if
the
gods were
banqueting
until
an
instant forced to age
were
drawing to
another
nature
closed
within deep
[6]
This dark
Sycamore
Plots with a green
Hue and I see
Little lines run wild, green
To the sky. Some
Dweller by his
Fire sits through a long
Absence, as
A landscape to a
Blind man's eye.
[2]
I could touch prosody
and stroke vertigo into law
if palaces reflected
in anthills or this
change in texture
reflects from a vertical wall
[5]
desire is not
difficult if like crystal
crazed here closed and here
half-open different
kinds of air
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