In sanded summer dreams
this winter wave-walk
through shelves of sunlit chatter,
hearing the old year's trivia,
beautiful and delicate
as little wave-plash,
smiling miniatures,
and the shaken world-mosaic,
a hologram being,
over moulded whorls,
tide's thumbprint,
sand-freckled snow-melt,
humped and feathery dune-paths
winding wiry marshes,
heron tracked
satin mud gulched
and bead-gravelled ford,
through Smuggler's Inlet
to a frozen tide-foam,
a thin littoral ice wall,
a wind-sliced bar,
ice-cog edged, slush-slivered
following the curve of the rivered bay...
From this weathered, dune horseshoe,
embedded in marsh and sand-spit,
looking out nowhere:*
looking out nowhere...
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*Nowhere as in 'far out' - basically looking out across the cold North Sea towards Scandanavia I suppose, though no longships are going to materialize. Anyway. It's a wonderful feeling that disconnection.
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Tapestries
PuisiPoems 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.
