the I is a by-light
a grievance by a wild fire
the grammar of layered time
Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life — Terry Pratchett
Reading: The Feast by Galway Kinnell
Galway Kinnell (1927-2004) was an engaged, versitale and prolific American poet who won many awards (Pulitzer, National Book Award. I read a classing sounding poem, called the Feast: The Feast Juniper and cedar in the sand. The lake beyond, here deer-meat smoking On a driftwood fire. And we two Reaching each other by the wash ...
I overlook the green garden The wind is almost invisible A sheep is bleating, nearby Look at the evolution of Our language, she is layered She is a flight And a hiding place Some people make it The green garden doesn't make it The wind doesn't make it The sheep doesn't make it