Full Moon and Little Frieda
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -And you listening
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch
A pail lifted, still and brimming -
To tempt a first star to a tremor
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -And you listening
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch
A pail lifted, still and brimming -
To tempt a first star to a tremor
I found this jawbone at the sea's edge:
There, crabs, dogfish, broken by the breakers or
To flap for half an hour and turn to a
Continue the beginning
Crow, feeling his brain slip,
Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder
Who murdered all these
These living dead, that root in his nerves and his blood Till he is visibly black
Looking at cows in their high-roofy roomy Windy home, mid-afternoon idling,
Late winter, near spring, the fields not greening,
The wind North-East and sickening, the
Shrinking, the year growing
The grass is
To run like the sea, to be glossed like a mink’s
By polishing wind
Her heart is the weather
The mahogany table-top you
Had been the broad plank
Of my mother's heirloom sideboard-Mapped with the scars of my whole life
That came under the hammer
She gives him his eyes, she found
Among some rubble, among some
He gives her her
He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over
Baled hay out in a field Five miles from home
Barometer falling
A muffler of still cloud padding the stillness
The day after day of blue scorch up to yesterday,
She is struggling through grass-mesh - not flying,
Her wide-winged, stiff, weightless basket-work of
Rocking, like an antique wain, a top-heavy ceremonial
Across mountain summits(Not planing over water, dipping her tail)But blunderi...
When Crow was white he decided the sun was too white
He decided it glared much too whitely
He decided to attack it and defeat it
He got his strength up flush and in full glitter
The wind is inside the hill
The wood is a struggle---like a wood Struggling through a wood
A panic Only just holds off---every gust Breaches the sky-walls and it seems, this time,
The whole sea of air will pour through,
He loved her and she loved him
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He had no other appetite She bit him she gnawed him she sucked She wanted him complete inside her Safe and sure forever and ever Their little cries flu...