Friend choose friend from
Shore-trash, sea-heave, crush, Kit
Smart calls out Creation's help in
Hymning Him. I concur, demur, praise
Her, a blur of lines – between tone & tone, reed &
Voice, taste & dream, here & now: Bill
Billings, nightingale, sang Boston in its
Eventide, before the Human Face for
Cinerary salix got exchanged, a dirty
Deal. In ink off photoglyph gravures that acid
Etched against resists of egg-white mixed
With dichromate of potash we can see &
Smell the rutted road, the horse, its
Shit, her shirt & skirt, his broad-mouthed
Grin. This luminescence is unboundable by
Any boneyard's moss; trees fruit for this, fill
Baskets – olives, almonds, apples, ten bushels
Excellent Endicott pears to Mr
Harts Horne for grave stoons. I
See the rise of dory against painter, see the
Rise of land against blue sky, of palmate
Maple, pinnate oak, and Absalom in cambium ever
Dying inward, ever swelling outward, weaving
Wood.
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keep um comming
well let's hear one from you, comme on -- u been dreaming? --
I note resonances with last year's Easter words, 2 April 2010, two days before that Easter which was also, like this year's, a synchronized eastern/western one; and fell on yr birthday, Lenya. John Hartshorne's graves are also schist, like Sykes's: soft crumblestuff in which it's easy to read the miracle of vegetable heritage. Sarah's proximity and Absalom's special status in that reference as enshrined in Billings's miniature anthem. Paschal joy an earnest force, its heart-thoughts perennial!
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