Perhaps
Love's a strange misshape
like the first strands formed
from those twists of unknowing,
or, within slow sea strengths,
proliferating
beneath fiery mountains,
or, meteorite sly,
from other strivings
sinking coolly to seed,
musically rare,
to tangle tubules
among her old mosaics,
lengthening to flesh -
a bubbling mind
whispering our origins.
........................
Husky
Sometimes you run in my mind
as if beside me; and I,
waking,
sleep to wonder how
a voice takes its trace
across such husky snow.
.........................
YOU ARE READING
Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
