Category Archives: Crows

A Light Wind Whispering

The August marshes matted by blue herons Passing from slow channel to slow channel In daily pursuit of the tides’ swell and decline Are scrawled between fields and the sea Cattails are thin pencil strokes slanting now In a light … Continue reading

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The Feet of Blue Herons

If you happen to live in another town, Or country, or even galaxy As dim and distant in time as in space From these words, this language, the narrow Range of pitch across its plosive phonemes, Do not worry if … Continue reading

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Take it to the Bank, Cassandra

Downtown in April From high in a ragged spruce In the bank’s back lot Like an unheeded alarm A fledgling crow’s lonely squawk

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Restless Particles (a Hallowe’en sestina variation)

Near the bottom of the street a crow’s nest rests high in a linden. A loose stick tap- tap-taps in the wind that oboes its moan through October evening eaves. That wind wept rain all day into the nest and … Continue reading

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Euclid vs. The Slow Worms

Every spring, spades turn warming soil Over and mound it up in rows. The spaced seeds germinate while The furious sun grows old. The slow worms under the garden Squirm through their loose knots and tangles, Keep the soil aerated, … 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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Darkness Settles Early

Darkness Settles Early The end of August. The turning wind edges north. Though darkness settles Early now, the evening crows Find their way home. Where are you?* *Tankas really are country songs.

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Count Up the Things That’ll Always Be (The Entropy of Bitter Coffee, a country song)

It was long after midnight when I heard you knock ‘Cause you couldn’t get your goddamn key in the lock. I didn’t say nothing when I let you in But the coffee this morning’s as bitter as sin. Chorus We met … Continue reading

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Where Prime Ministers and Other Pricks

I am, it turns out, a misanthrope, And, though I don’t wish you all a rope Around the neck with a lovely knot Tucked behind the ear, I’ve often thought A scaffold—black with ravens and crows, Where a white dancer … Continue reading

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Between the Lines

The crows are constant scrawls There above fields of dandelions Pushing up, yellow, indecipherable, Swaying in the wind of starlings’ wings. Sometimes at evening a raven calls At the edge of the bonefield sky Eroding till the first quarter of … Continue reading

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The Blue of This (Late Afternoon)

See the yellow scrap of moon up there chased by the wind and crows across the blue of this late afternoon deepening with November? I’m sure it was this morning I found it, full and white, and wrote your name … Continue reading

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Long Dark Strands of Cedar video reading

I’ve decided I’m going to start doing video readings of poems. We begin with Long Dark Strands of Cedar (text and origins). And here’s the toque mentioned in that link. Long Dark Strands of Cedar

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Watching Crows in Winter (poems from old notebooks, January 2011)

1 I watch the crows, and I wait, as they examine me from their pews of overhead wires and January’s bare branches, each restless, attentive head turning one dark eye and then the other on me. Beak after beak opens … 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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Letter to my Son (poems from old notebooks, August 24, 1999)

Because my blood is loud with words— Loud as the thunder of buffalo herds— I’ve built this poem for you From bits of sunlight and cups of dew, From pine needles and twigs of wishes And mossbanked brooks thick with … Continue reading

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Before the Moon Rose

In the late September light crows were bold, crisp outlines sketched on power lines, above roofs. Afternoon flocks of gulls formed and reformed over the harbour; fraying white knots of hunger. Before the moon rose I moved pale and weightless … Continue reading

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Today a Ruckus

Today the raucous crows roil the sky in constant autumn chase of one another— they wheel and soar, fold wings to fall together—as I fall towards your lips, tongue; a ruckus inside

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September Night Rain

September night rain homogenizes all sound— I can barely tell crows from the languishing gulls— only our silence is plain

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Late Afternoon Crow Sonnet

I’ve seen you here before, crow, your tattered pinions scrabbling at this patch of sky as if it were a slope of blue glacial ice you must climb before darkness scatters it with loosely embedded stars, precarious pitons. Slow down, … Continue reading

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Blackberry Sonnet

Blackberry Sonnet Blackberries, I’ll study you through lenses of rain beads and dew shrinking under the sun, examine your intersecting spheres of night skies expanding round, plump, taut; find in the dark incidental sea of organic molecules swelling each drupelet … Continue reading

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