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Windblown [Feb. 8th, 2004|06:22 am]
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As I expected, the wind has risen. Gusts are booming in the chimney and shaking the pine branches so their moon-cast shadows wave at me from the western facades of houses. Hello or good-bye? The night has an oddly autumnal feel to it, though winter is nearly half over. I expect to hear leaves skittering down the street. One pine cone fell, hitting the pavement with a loud clatter as it rolled, invisible. I now hear the crunch of pine needles underfoot as I walk along the driveway. I'm sure this sense of displacement has influenced my choice of poems this week:



The Descent of Winter

by William Carlos Williams


9/30

There are no perfect waves--
Your writings are a sea
full of misspellings and
faulty sentences. Level. Troubled

A center distant from the land
touched by the wings
of nearly silent birds
that never seem to rest--

This is the sadness of the sea--
waves like words, all broken--
a sameness of lifting and falling mood.

I lean watching the detail
of brittle crest, the delicate
imperfect foam, yellow weed
one piece like another--

There is no hope -- if not a coral
island slowly forming
to wait for birds to drop
the seed will make it habitable


10/22

that brilliant field
of rainwet orange
blanketed
by the red grass
and oilgreen bayberry

the last yarrow
on the gutter
white by the sandy
rainwater

and a white birch
with yellow leaves
and few
and loosely hung

and a young dog
jumped out
of the old barrel


10/28

in this strong light
the leafless beechtree
shines like a cloud

it seems to glow
of itself
with a soft stript light
of love
over the brittle
grass

But there are
on second look
a few yellow leaves
still shaking
far apart

just one here one there
trembling vividly



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[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2004-02-08 06:24 am (UTC)
those poems are so beautiful! i'd never read them before. thank you!
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[User Picture]From: leprosy
2004-02-08 06:52 am (UTC)
William Carlos Williams is one of my favorites.

These have the feeling of haiku without haiku's obsessive-compulsive strictures.
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[User Picture]From: tasteetriceps
2004-02-08 12:03 pm (UTC)

obsessive-compulsive strictures

That 5-7-5 thing they taught us in school sure ain't all thar be to haiku.
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[User Picture]From: leprosy
2004-02-08 06:46 pm (UTC)

Re: obsessive-compulsive strictures

If a haiku doen't mention butterflies or reeds then the terrorists have won!
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2004-02-08 07:10 pm (UTC)

Re: Re:

And if the terrorists do mention butterflies or reeds, then the haiku have won!

We are doomed!
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[User Picture]From: leprosy
2004-02-08 08:49 pm (UTC)

Re: Re:

Aiieeee!
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