Goat-foot stars at the gates
of day, the swan moon
winged on wind-frost water.
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In Ocean Stream they swim
thrusting tail flukes
leaping a thoughtful water,
while the eyes of Chronos
arise from roots of night
to watch these cascades of leaves.
Bones of our music, Orpheus,
whitening among
heather and gorse,
crumbling to keening
wind whirlpools,
rain patter, siltily sinking are become
another view of this garbled town
consumed by sundown.
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Narrow my eyes, O cruel air
against you.
All my feelings, dreamings, seemings
are futile as a thrush-pecked shell.
Bone to bone I speak with you -
the lie of my arm along a table.
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YOU ARE READING
Tapestries
PoezjaPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
