Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Blood orange limes

Yes, true limes with the skin and flesh the color of blood oranges.   And yes, the taste also.  How does this relate to poetry?   Occasionally (very) a poem and/or a few words  coalesce into something shockingly new. Shockingly good.   And, yes, memorable.  Sometimes, small as a lime with a fire-red coat.  

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  1. Last New Year's eve, the long lean hounds
    ran across the wet field in pursuit of a rabbit.
    We stood around as if it were going to end.

    It is still dark when I take my yellow lantern
    and crawl along the rocks by the sea.
    Anyone who looked could see a reflection of faraway places.

    from "Considering what they say about Mars", '76