Four poems by Robert Hogg

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