As moon is to
earth and earth
about sun
turns
so I
dance at the tree root
till woodpecker sing
and footfall
free Ge
from slumber
See
she rises
cornucopia
in hand a child
in her arms
Manhattan Daimon
I’ve made your morning
coffee isn’t
it time
you got up
To my Friends
a hot morning sun
white forenoon
through glass
waves of hot
blood in
my spine
line
a blue vein
I go through
fluid as fire is
a kindling
surge
October
and
another fall
New
lady
New
York
(coast away…
back into
department
stores
looking for shoes
tall
boots I hesitate
again
to have you
pay for
but I am broke
and you buy them
anyway
(unlike the last I
pressured to leave me
in old shoes
We walk
among
old carvings
talk about
ruin, the forms
that are left us
love or this
sarcophagus
our life
marble & blood
unfolding
the stone
gives way
the tomb
falls against age
out of the death-stone
Dionysos
borne
in the marble
hands made
flesh bears
flesh
Dan Zimmerman says
Thanks, Bob. Your close attention feels like crossing a stream on rocks; your voice a testament to Connexions.
Robert Hogg says
Thanks Dan. These poems are coeval with The Connexions, and the “nadia’ in the three poems is the same person mentioned there. However, these poems have been revised considerably over the past year or so in preparation for, hopefully, a collection to be called Postcards from America wch will reprise The Connexions and many other poems written prior to and after its publication. Nice to see someone responding.