Talking with the Sun

November 19, 2013

It is only a dream of the grass blowing
East against the source of the sun…
—Robert
Duncan

It’s always east with you, isn’t it? Hand-made,
manmade, meticulous meadows—marshes
all laid-out so the mind can heed them—
A picture of health—east!—perfect for tuition,
even though intuition knows this at once.
Let imaginary light light the body.
Let it lift and heave the meadow up,
a mountain made by minds, all ours.
This morning geese were large upon the grass.
A russet-red rise, like you, my friend—
but they flew off, east into your eyes.
Yesterday, we found food by scratching where
the vines were. Big white sweet potatoes.
Today we explore the salt hay marsh. Why it glows.

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2 Responses to “Talking with the Sun”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    Actually, I find the sun gets up rather late this time of year. St. Lucy looms over the sky.How to greet the darkness and how to greet the sun. Are such things really problems?

  2. John Stevens Says:

    For some reason I missed your recent posts Jim and i’m just catching up. I like the musicality in this one – and there are some gorgeous lines. I particularly like the geese large upon the grass and the russet-red rise. So, talking with the sun : it sounds like you were up early.


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