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How often in March Counting the lengthening thaws Between ice and snow Do you listen for wild geese Straining against the moon’s weight?

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The Face of Allah

I could not find the face of Allah In the debris of mountain slides, In blue fragments of mosaics, In the desolation of stars fallen behind The ground-down blade of the moon. I heard rumours he spoke in many voices … Continue reading

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The Moon Turns Over and Over—As a Song

Michael Leon occasionally puts to music my attempts at writing songlike things, as he’s done with this piece I wrote last fall (lyrics here). The simple (but perhaps overly busy) video portion must be blamed solely on me as I … Continue reading

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The Full Moon Tonight

Last night on Facebook, an old friend posted a photo of the moon seen through cherry blossoms. Cherry blossoms demand haiku. The Full Moon Tonight for Sue Hughson The full moon tonight— just one more brief, white blossom in the cherry tree

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In Paris. The Portraits

I actually took a commission yesterday to write a poem for the birthday of a friend of a friend. It was a fun and interesting exercise. I worked mostly from a list sent to me of associations and interests of … 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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The Moon Turns Over and Over

I’m gone out walking in moonlight With yesterday’s dew in a flask To count all the stars above me. They’re the questions I’ve never asked. The moon turns over and over, It’s a coin I’ve tossed in the sky. But … Continue reading

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