Jan 3, 2009 | Poetry, Sonnet |
I’m having trouble losing myself inanything at all – books, music, sex, crime,drugs and dreams are of no use, I remain some thing slung about my neck, a presence like an albatross, more faithful eventhan my shadow for I stay with me whenthere is no light, I hug through all the daysand all the nights, I have nothing to say There’s nothing rare in this extremity,I can’t help imagining it’s commoneven if most don’t choose to notice it,how we keep ourselves clinging company It’s New Year’s Eve and the old show rolls onI’m found, this that collars me is no...
Jan 2, 2009 | Poetry, Sonnet |
Let me explain what evolution shows:lack of curiosity killed the cat –the hunter must always keep on hunting,pry under each rock, never trust, disdain the obvious, overcome all smugnesswith sheer restless energy that’s mental and physical both; the cat that survivesmust endure appearing foolish not just to others but to himself – let them laughall they want, living’s no laughing matterand when this cat sleeps his dreams do not restbut sort follies in other dimensions cat that’s not curious is goner catthis is exactly the place that we’re...
Nov 16, 2008 | Poetry, Sonnet |
So quietly did fox cross yesterdayour path in wet woods, the white dog neverlifted her nose and I thought it was brownsilent apparition from a lost dream But it so beguiled me, this noiseless fox,it appeared over and over again,just one fox become many mind foxes,soft shades of brown, aristocratic tails. Unforeseen encounter, intense pleasure,antidote to the surprise of terror,fox up on his paws, off on an errandthrough fragrant pines in the mid-winter rain. We’re just as likely to be lost as foundWhen dream of fox turns up on waking...
Nov 16, 2008 | Poetry, Sonnet |
I’m already older than I can graspand getting older still, breath by breath andbeat by beat, nothing to be done, but go on going on, try to find melody In the succession of my own moments,how they slip away and take me with them,even as they leave me at once behindand ahead, dazed and dazzled, old and new Yes, there’s the riddle, that though I’m older,I come in each instant alive anew,fresh and free in my own slight company,perhaps more frail but unbroken yet I know my destiny, that not to beis being’s end, soon, too soon – old...
Nov 16, 2008 | Poetry, Sonnet |
Like wingless feathers of a million swansthe snow comes floating down, lands and nestles,silence in silence, extending whitenessfar and wide: that I’ve seen this before, seen It more than once, seen it as a child, seenit as a young man, an older one, too,only serves to make it mysteriousin marvelous ways, a stranger sameness Of white on white and silence in silence,one I watch transfixed as the gray cat does,witness a process I have watched beforeat other revolutions of our globe The quiet of snow falling, sentimentOf beauty’s enduring nearness, swan...
Nov 14, 2008 | Poetry, Sonnet |
The ones we know best are so hard to know,slip through our fingers as we ourselves doas water does, as worth does, as wish does,as love does when we try to bestow names. The ones we know best are so hard to knowfor they become for us habits only –we look and look away and think we still lookwhen we have moved on to distract ourselves The ones we know best are so hard to know,because knowing is always risk and we abhor risk because it’s our undoing,the silver snake slithering through green grass This is no latitude for empty gaze,Labyrinth where we ourselves...
