"Ants on the Melon"

[fiefoe]

"English Visit"
But what was this chill as if from underground? --
a royal spectre passed in vair and velvet
and kicked me lightly, taking me for his hound.

"Child as Deity"
God in a bib
drools sleep and anger
will not will not
from a silver dented cup
in his fist
imbibe
but scatters milk
batters the tabletop
demolishing
your prayers

Our sadness put away in purses /
stuffed into old shoes or shawls ('A Time to Dance')

Faces the room of past, well-dusted peace  ('Survivor')

As we moved into this tangle of time ('By Old Map')

The blue-mauve insomnia of the sea

My line hold fast and do not break /
with drawing life from the cold sea.

Now was a season to sit still with time to know, /
Drawing each breath like a fine crystal of snow.

Women, like teeth, should be strong / but not prominent.

<<