The Art of Poetry No. 85
“[There] is all this narrowing to a now in which there’s only room for effect, not enough room for cause—and so no duration in which to experience personal accountability.”
“[There] is all this narrowing to a now in which there’s only room for effect, not enough room for cause—and so no duration in which to experience personal accountability.”
But you, are you Christians?
So be it, you are Christians.
At night one could be.
Sound rises. That is a law. I live in this law. I do not
want to make anything
that rises. These words
Black bars expanding
over an atomic-yellow ground — feelers retracted —
the monarch lay flat on the street
Is it because of history or is it because of matter,
mother Matter—the opposite of In-
terpretation: his consort: (his purple body lies
shattered against terrible
When I caught sight of them, the secret lovers,
I had been watching the pink-edged white blossoms
in the garden below
Meet me, meet me whisper the waters from the train
window and the small
skiff adrift
For some of us the only way of knowing we are here at all, going
across and going down,
exquisitely temporal though at no point believable; fragile; tragic.