Friday, August 10, 2012

Response to Barn Swallow

(whose beautiful poem, "Out of Season," can be found here)



Eager now for autumn,
    I lament the haze
pressing down upon me
    through these August days.
Waiting for October--
    leaves are all ablaze;
nights are crisp and chilly;
    hearts are made for praise.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

The New Crystal Tambourine

has been updated with ten short poems in an accentual approximation of Latin elegiac meter.

Addendum, 9 August: And there's this sonnet, written at least 20 years ago.

Sunday, August 05, 2012

Crime Fiction Notwithstanding


When it is ninety-five degrees outside
and only slightly cooler in the shade,
it is not right to speak of "cold hard facts."



1990

Mutability


Miracles, miracles:
They happen sporadically


And bloom, like blood, out of
Whack. The energetic wind


Pummels our skins
With blunt indoctrination.


The seascape rings its changes
Against the black rocks.


1990
revised 2012