Saturday, October 27, 2012

From the archives

A poem that I wrote when I was sixteen and revised a little when I was twice that age: Bennington Street Cemetery.

Mount Pleasant Cemetery

Red leaves on a limp branch

A burst of colour dimmed somewhat by fog

Nature's carefully anarchic arrangement

Late October, epitomised

Memento, homo, quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris

time is a tree(this life one leaf)

Friday, October 26, 2012


luminous tendril of celestial wish

(whying diminutive bright deathlessness
to these my not themselves believing eyes
adventuring, enormous nowhere from)

querying affirmation;virginal

immediacy of precision:more
and perfectly more most ethereal
silence through twilight's mystery made flesh--

dreamslender exquisite white firstful flame

--new moon!as(by the miracle of your
sweet innocence refuted)clumsy some
dull cowardice called a world vanishes,

teach disappearing also me the keen
illimitable secret of begin

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

A couple of couplets


First thought, best thought? Not always, I would claim.
Sometimes, our waking paces can be lame.


Said Yvor Winters to the late Hart Crane,
"How did those strange lines pop into your brain?"

Monday, October 22, 2012

Sweetie Dear

"Sweetie Dear" (1906). Lyrics by Will Marion Cook (1869-1944), music by Joe Jordan (1882-1971).

Performed (in our own day!) by Rhiannon Giddens of Carolina Chocolate Drops.