Remember this Goat to the Pig,
for far away glances and everything
gathered together & eaten.
Everything Goat has eaten
Pig has considered, as
has the whole barnyard:
as chicken
longs to put beak
to the neck of the farmer.
Goat spent hours alone
digesting
while Pig was thinking
of hen's eyes beyond
the henhouse
beyond these fences.
Will
Allegro assaiI have often thought of this music
in certain ways:
That its means
are what it means,
and no one
should ask more.
The tools incised it
intaglio
on a whole century---
fused
Style Galante into
the blood of a man---
to raise it
height and breadth,
and of which
one says singly:
I think I go into abstraction
when the form is plain
when the flower is to flower
and wood makes wood
I am joined to a walk
or aimlessly
tuned to the sting
of a saw's thrust
She glides
In grey and worn red
Alone in her height and
With her silence
Untouched
Touching me.
So old in her smile,
Defined for years by
A confectionary fall
By the open wound now
Of a sister
Her world
Where I have separated bangs
And my name is Judy.
In northern Michigan
the sweep of winds
forces the spread-winged goshawks,
shredding their grasshoppers,
to sit in the shade of fences.
They eat with easy purpose,
watching the white smoke
of men hunting
the flying birds.
Memory
mother of the Muses:
"I remember, I remember", that
was my father
"and when you are older"
holding on/to words
for fear of losing his mind,
--meaning words
" you'll be
sorry one day"
But I was on
a roller coaster and
the rides on the house. The question mark
was too far out for me
nor did those jewels
arrayed along the shelves
if it is
done wrongly
belief dies
wrongly
others sense it
i
am the last
to know
bitter monologues
seem so
redeeming
I think this about the world.
The world provides no evidence of this.
But this is my sense of things.
Must I discard this?
This is driving me crazy.
This also keeps me sane.
sundown qualifies
speech as mere
excitement
No use looking now
I'm gone
to BEING
coverings left
in heaps on the floor/sandals
shot like stars across the room
no use looking there
mostly it was lies/no matter now
yesterday's time falls heavy at my feet
poised uncovered trembling
at the peak of sharper pyramids than these
invisible without my time
IS IN BEING ENOUGH
not now digging relics
in a future blasted out of infinite
the moment winged
wall of remote
heights & bends
of listless fields
turn savagely
to the river
where the trees
snap in the snow
a bird watches
the frozen mice
deer
i am sick
of talking about
vietnam
these bridges:
stringent iron
under which
i love you
what words
can say it
forget it soon
the body disposes
banalities
comfortless as angels
& violent
the reposed granite
swinging for ages
the tone
the river edge stunned
by curtains of blackbirds
my eye my tongue
stop confused
nursing these trees