Category Archives: Blue Heron

Until I Swept

I went looking for another Poem for you. I searched everywhere: In the tang of marshes open To the sea; in the billowing Clouds spread across a winter sky; In the neck of a blue heron, Curved, questioning water. I … Continue reading

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Let Great Wings Descend

Morning and evening clocks constrict the day. If time must be measured measure it by when The blue heron’s shadow darkens the bay. Do not appoint an hour in which to play At work or work at love, sleep or … Continue reading

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Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening

  Self-Portrait of a Blind Man at Evening Maybe you’ve seen him by the harbour in the south wind, listening, trying to hear over waves the distant fugue whale pods still continually compose off Chile in groans of carbon compressing … Continue reading

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September Thoughts (poems from old notebooks, Sept. 17, 2004)

We’ve grown older and more fond of solitude. But we still sit together sometimes in the evening And watch gulls silhouetted against the sun— It’s true many things can look black from here, But it’s not difficult where we live. … Continue reading

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Sometimes, Eating Sushi

Sometimes eating sushi the soy sauce splashes, foams, and is these warm, shallow South Shore waters stirred dark and fertile by wind, waves, rhythmic tides— I become the ungainly blue heron wading at the sea’s edge in the fading evening … Continue reading

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Watching the Curtains in the Morning

Thin gauze curtains move in the window. Mist on the harbour stirred by a heron’s wings. The wind in the night splashed the sea on the rocks. The taste of salt on your spine. Purple asters dot the end of … Continue reading

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The Heron of Ahmon Katz, Water and Queen

So Charlottetown finally has a blue heron sculpture, thanks to Island sculptor Ahmon Katz. It was commissioned last winter by the City of Charlottetown and the PEI Council of the Arts and was installed this week. I wandered by yesterday, … Continue reading

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