Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Light is the flesh landscape calls home

What does a poem call home?  Paper, of course, which is another landscape.  The voice, too, is landscape and home to a poem. How do landscape and vista differ?  Is her voice a different timbre at daybreak?  Is breakfast inherently different than supper?

1 comment:

  1. Intuition 4

    never knowing the way out
    she might look at foreign skies
    read the maps of foreign lands
    distinct and random lines upon the earth--
    why marshal all our powers toward a common goal--
    steps as in children's games, bats and balls around the green