Tag Archives: the sea

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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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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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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Pissing Contest

At the edge of the cape late in August, with thoughts of autumn and school just starting to curl about their ankles—as the first thin, dark tendrils of the incoming tide begin to lash around the rocks below— two boys … Continue reading

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So Long

Today the gulls have come down out of the north wind and sit restlessly on the water in the lee of the city. Are you listening to them, their sea of melancholy voices as monotonous as the waves? Why does … Continue reading

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Short Summons (A Sea “Shan’t No More”)

  Short Summons (A Sea “Shan’t No More”) I was a wild rover Roving the world over, Leaving lovers lining the shores Till I was given short summons For all my goings and comings And my wife said, “You’ll do … Continue reading

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