Friday, April 30, 2010

Two Pieces for Oppen

1.

crowd all neither
light nor praise

walking borrowed
distance said

“small and close
the wounds of measure”

clothe her phrase
borrowed, razed

small distance
where praise is



2.

that smoke
would remain

born in hollow places
with concave fog

touch all is us
never either

touch in their small wells
spool water

pools of ether
selves, Divination

drinking streets, faces
trees, workmen

haunted, becoming
begin

the work of digging
silently on –

hollow wells
would remain. thirst

us crowd close
sacrament