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Window Book of Seven Fields
John Swain

I

From sickness
I began
to leave
the mountain rain.
I held a cast stone
all my life
to possess
its witness gift.

II

Moon and Venus
pine and cypress
bestride the road
like waiting ladies.
Cotton like snow
dusted a low field
in midnight gleam
there is no toward.

III

Come to me
sun purified
through the feathers
of a soaring osprey
like a nimbus circle.
I am servant
to the journey
of quiet gods.

IV

Nothingness
I wanted
sea female
to bear
the untying
ecstatic dissonance
of futurity,
mask shatter.

V

Forest of moss,
a covered pond,
grave of transport.
The cattails sway
with blackbirds.
I wasted a glance
like an invitation
to read augury.

VI

Mansion vanished
from river landing.
I found a fountain
in the harrier trees
a woman departed.
The after pressing
sculptures upward
blackened explanation.

VII

Resembling
allegiance
I could not calm
or tell truth
of defiance
at the inlet.
I piled reeds
for a barrier.

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words: John Swain, Kentucky (more + more)
image: 'Candles', bl pawelek, Wisconsin (homepage)

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another fielding: The Cork Trees of the Alentejo (#21)

 

 
   

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