October 1, 1983
Oedipus Exceeding
Finally Oedipus came back. Returned as the old to the ancient. Found a stone and sat down. Blind and blinding. Slowly, people gathered around him, hesitant and horrified. He began. […]
October 1, 1983
On the Way
to the party we see a lemon on the ground. The next morning doves fly before the sun has lit the pomegranate flowers. I look at the sky beyond the […]
October 1, 1983
Complete
If death wants me, let it come. I am here in a room at night on my own. The pulsing and the crickets would go on. Everything and the tall […]
October 1, 1983
Not Saying Much
My father is dead and there is nothing left now except ashes and a few photographs. The men are together in the old pictures. Two generations of them working and […]
October 1, 1983
White Light
Waiting in a place where the cicadas turn the silence into something silver. Hot white light on the rocks. Laurel down by the spring. Holding myself still. Doing one thing […]
October 1, 1983
What Is Left Over
There is silence after a city is destroyed the Russian woman told me. For those left, there are potatoes which might grow soon enough. No pigeons and no rats. All […]
January 1, 1982
Ray-Flowers: II
II What could have slow-thrown me so vastly, So far, among surfing, softly-built distances, Somewhere in a sweeping, unobstructed Holding-pattern of lightness? Is this how I helped to cause Whole […]
January 1, 1982
Deborah in Ancient Lingerie, in Thin Oak over Creek
Having found out this morning I was born Born to be hung Low down in the braced weave of plants I can do I can cling Beginning to be the all […]
January 1, 1982
The Lode
Deborah’s Rain-Longing Flash-points deadening and twining With wall: rain, and its nailed smoke —Cobbled, snailing surfaces, Jammed drops at the dead-level stroke gravity’s slow Secretional slashes on this house — […]
January 1, 1982
Deborah in Mountain Sound: Bell, Glacier, Rose
Averaging-sound Of space-thinning space-harvesting metal— Obsessional, the outstaying Life-longing intervals, wherein, Reasonless as cloud, the male's one luminosity is frozen In a great winding winter-lust […]
January 1, 1982
Doorstep, Lightning, Waif-Dreaming
Who can tell who was born of what? I go sitting on the doorsteps of unknowns And ask, and hear nothing From the rhythmical ghosts of those others, Or from […]
January 1, 1982
Ray-Flowers: I
Deborah as Winged Seed, Descending with Others As when we all fell all dayConsenting Sight-softening Time-thickening space-massing time-floating more Light Unparallelled Mortality-haze aimlessness of all noon, all afternoon I was […]