when you start watching the birds, wherever you see them, they will let you see more of them, as though you never really had, whatever you thought you saw, nothing more than an idea of them, a cave shadow, until you start watching the birds, seeing them in air you will see the hang of their body buoyed between wings, shag gull, startling, plover, will see the wings move in styles apart from kind to kind, the birds will pause closer Continue reading “avian fabrication”
On into the low evening… a Weathercat snap at tail of day
where things rested, they now fall. wisps of cloud wash out like the coming of final secrets against the lighter cloud above. rain from the sky of cloud wakes on the evening you know an inkling ______in its cold through the leaves wonder if you can stay _______the dark. rain like a vision of _______gentleness lost against things. you stand in against _______the trunk of a tree whose branches weigh like sleep Continue reading “gravel”
corridors acropolis/sounion/delphi/aegina february 1984
The Parthenon, Athens, with acknowledgements to the art site smarthistory.com for use of this image.
perhaps they paused on the
scaffolding at the sky's bare cut
on lintel, threshold /
corridors through which the
summer swelled / the sea
hammered its metal.
saw cloud bathe the ridge of imittós
in thunderous sweat.
recognised the chaos again
their gable had severed / blocked in
the goddess's sanctuary
kiss of flame at her hem.
they passed as time's measure
upon time,
left a greater ruin / an
architecture no-one dreamed
no-one crafted
such as sky intends.
this camera of bridging stone.
Click on the link above to hear a reading of the poem. The accompanying music is from B’ (Second) Delfikos Ymnos (Organikon) from the album ‘Music of Ancient Greece’ by Christodoulos Halaris, a Greek composer and scholar in the field of the reconstruction of Byzantine and ancient Greek music.
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