105.
Hammer heavy but I can judge the
sound of competence
and he’s not it, a father trying to
fly kite for kid
but there’s no sky, Chinese dragons
slice
one another’s guide lines up La Salle
above the river
yea Lady the same river the two-faced
blue-eyed water
writing is a way of doing nothing but
keeping time from passing
or lets time pass but makes it leave
behind it
shadows on the little world people
hold in their hands
stare gently out the window thirty
years
Pound’s kulchur stares back in we
live paideuma
the wolf has turned himself into the
door
he lit the fragrant peony in the
Western mind.
106.
How can I be at peace who knew no war
the Brothers Grimm are my grandees
their angry soldier only in exile
find the blue light
I follow the bright lumen to the cave
mouth of my sin
there is a first place to
wander from
in Adriatic mist and summer storm
pale Rilke fiercest thinker of his
day
adding the one force Nietzsche
missed, the sentiment of love
and to do no more than tell the truth
invented poetry along the way
this new organ in our flesh of meaning
things
a word like children screaming in the
rain.
