October 1, 1979
Wordhoard
The dragon splays her belly on the gold, Gross hoarder, hot-eyed miser, Holding all the earth can give to hold And none the wiser. Dumbness deadness darkness is your nest. […]
October 1, 1979
Simple Hill
As I went over Simple Hill I saw a woman dancing Give it away, away, away Give it away to the west wind The wind came blowing off the sea […]
October 1, 1979
Vita Amicae
When you were rain you fell when you were cup you held when you were whole you broke loud, loud you spoke when you were bell When you were way […]
October 1, 1979
Amazed
The center is not where the center is but where I will be when I follow the lines of stones that wind about a center that is not there but there. […]
October 1, 1979
The Mind Is Still
The mind is still. The gallant books of lies are never quite enough. Ideas are a whirl of mazy flies over the pigs’ trough. Words are my matter. I have […]
October 1, 1979
Self
You cannot measure the circumference but there are centerpoints: stones, and a woman washing at a ford, the water runs red-brown from what she washes. The mouths of caves. The […]