7 jun. 2007

More-- Merwin or McKuen?


It should have been poco
divertimento from the second
act, intermission from the dead
line, time lapse from whatever.


one fluted phrase
floating over its
wandering secret
all at once wells up
somewhere else


everything I remember
and before it before me
present at the speed of light
in the distance that I am
who keep reaching out to it


When you are already here
you appear to be only
a name that tells of you
whether you are present or not
and for now it seems as though
you are still summer


you who arrive
with blue plums
that have fallen through the night
perfect in the dew

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