23.
in mem. M.R.K.
Who did you want to be mother
I saw the queenly countenance old
photo
those eyes knew me from another place
before I was
I knew I never understood and do not
know
how a star person consents to earth
beast life
all the doors of fairyland open
outward
to open my life a mouth among stars
to give a voice to what is never
silent
to answer the tower when it falls
to kiss the acrobat in mid-flight
touch each tessera in the dome of
light
this machine will be my faithful
son.
24.
For we are various and beautiful and
dumb
as an outfielder the clouds abaft the
east
a language of dwarves a language of
giants
I want to know what this very light
is called
this Sunday light island light land
light
broken china on the kitchen floor a
song
at savage theaters bareback
tragedians
give them words and leave the deeds
to them
there is no action like a heartbeat
wet tea leaves in a sieve the
resinous mind
be wishful what you care for the sea
endures what we say of it all talk no
listening.
