Monday, November 19, 2007

2. Here: Between Mixing


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Shadow behind[you] breeding roots

......here: firs are painted into eyes as failed light


........................;......a rough estimate

.......of how many stony branches can grow

...................................into the heart


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Winter beats dull wind--that snow-feeding


....................girl..."


[your] nothing night..., ... litte life

...under hair...,... frightened


...............................................nevertheless.....,


mixing sound water--not cold nor dead rain

......................................no relief...,.... no dust for mixing

...........cruellest gardens


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kept [us, me] Here:

................................[I] was neither dead shelter


..................nor evening rising in [you]


--pearls of the wisest

woman eyes--


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hyacinths



...................come back. [I] know

................only of mixing mountains


...............................under dead trees

....as children dry

....................spring rain


out of [me]......;


..........................a failed desire to meet [you]


..........as sustenance for parched tongue...,


.......a pack of late cards...,


.........................wind-whipped cricket rising


.....[in]



2 comments:

flic said...

very seasonal sounding. Almost like a fractal winter season.

A very nice read.

a pack of late cards! (wow!)

Matina L. Stamatakis said...

Hey, flic! You're back.
How was the vacation?

Thanks for dropping by ;-).