167.
Open the door and let your neighbor
out
always somewhere waiting to be else
you know your dove by how the tail is
shaped
what will heather do when weather
changes
or rabbit in high grass or the four
rivers of Kailasa
where the wing begins to wonder the
chicks fly
thus go I clutching to the shoulders
of the world
around me wrack of history walk on
clean feet
feeding ourselves on what no man
knows and all women do
each polis had its cult and we
have none
the Reformation broke all that away
and ‘-ation’ made nonsense of what
was left.
168.
Be suspicious of Greek models we are
not Greeks
have no polis have no common practice
to the gods
education is sick with Hellenic
fundamentalism
Greek can be as bad as Bible for the
soul
yet the poetry of both perdures
illuminates
Dante is close because each walks the
woods alone
the matter world of things receding
tailor sitting on his table stitching
what we all must wear
the technology of magic haunts us now
to walk invisible in Google goggles
isolate
how soon Ariel goes into Caliban
when once before the magus left the
island to the sea.
