PERHAPS
Perhaps beyond
the wall of lilies
around the river
clearing the Neva
our hearts would collapse
from the church times
in prayer
of chimes
as Pasternak
and his sister
spoke for the last
hour of Vespers
to remember
this Easter hour
THE JERUSALEM WIND
The Jerusalem wind
from the air of breath
when Jesus
as a rose of Sharon
in his depth
of death is alive
in memory
of his reality
will survive the garden
as the sinned seek pardon.
THE DAYS
The days
which pass over
and cover us
for Easter
under the canopy
of brutal intensity
the Resurrection
when every sound
is a poem
of immensity.
PABLO NERUDA
With his poems
of justice
in his valise
hiding from the authorities
and the military
police
who wish to take away
his contrary soul
he in his verse of wonder
are at peace who sings.
EVOCATION
Evocation
and equivocation
on this dawn
following a deer
in the forest
of the Northwest
watching for hunters
but hoping for rest.
AT THE WINDOW
At the window
close to the hills
hearing the bellicose
wind along the roof tops
the rain laughs
at the branches
the sun singes
the lightening of the Oaks
which shiver
in the breeze.
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Today’s LittleNip:
THE QUATRO
—B.Z. Niditch
I walked into the light
of the church
in my most tender
flight and search
feeling I had been
forsaken in the lurch
it was so bright
in its revealing.
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—Medusa, with thanks to B.Z. Niditch for his fine poetry and botanical inspiration this morning!
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