Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Winter: Five Poems


Winter: Five Poems


Those who compose poems must regard feelings as of foremost importance.

                        The Nun Abutsu, The Night Crane: Treatise on Poetics


Philosophy’s toothache a poet takes to be the throbbing of an open mouth.

You cannot walk toward the sun without trying to open your eyes, not here.

I rose to write, you moved the space heater to the workroom and went back to bed.

The day is growing longer but I am not waiting for anyone at the end of it.

To modulate without line breaks, remove glove, run hand over the lime tree.

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