isn’t bad
it
isn’t,
but i keep
thinking of you,
any day there
are minutes lost
to you, there are
thoughts that
sink into a flow
under water
that scintillates
in pointillist day,
running under
that sky of water
above, the ladling
skin, towards you,
a shoal of whitebait
that would nibble
you into delight,
and if you say
i shouldn’t think
of you, not think
on you like a gull
brooding
bedraggled
floatsam
on the tide,
Continue reading “isn’t bad”
mathematics
with apologies to Sir Richard Taylor
(when i flew
towards the sparrows
they walked away)
when i (walked towards
the sparrows they
flew away)
rising in sp r e a d
towards the thick
leafage of oak,
three or 4
veered off in
the opposite
direction,
but one lagged
behind all the others
sprung late from
its own equation,
so the dispersing of
them was through
space AND time,
and the 1 that lagged
stayed with me
in mind, on and on
thinking on that 1,
the marked 1
i thought
by which
(they all will be)
divided
6:17 PM
13 february 2020
kings rd, panmure
Copyright ©2020 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved
The music is from ‘Equinox’ by Toru Takemitsu, performed here on guitar by Graham Banfield.
blue as her danube
i’ve run your flesh
its memory no less
chill than mountain water
through my hands.
your dress sketched
over it like
rippled cloud
the bone supple and
clear to the eye
like the shaping
granite the flow
is made to.
you were nowhere
near such gutted
plains the mountains
whose shadow has turned
to ore greenstone
in the crush of their
remembering.
you were sitting back
to the sun carrying
your features when
you turned chipping
them in the rush
to evening.
august 1990
Copyright ©2020 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved
The music is by Zoltan Kodaly from ‘Nine Pieces for Piano’ (1905-09), recorded here by Fellegi Ádám.
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