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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