6.03.2015

SOUND ON PAPER


AN ECOLOGY

We drop in the evening like dew
upon the ground and the living
feel it on their faces. Death
soft, moist everywhere upon us,
soon to cover the living
as they drop. This explains
the ocean and the sun.

AGAIN AND AGAIN I HAVE SEEN LIFE'S EVIL

Again and again I have seen life's evil:
it was the strangled brook, still gurgling,
it was the curling of the shriveled leaf,
it was the fallen horse.

I have known no good except the miracle
that reveals the divine indifference:
it was the statue in the drowsy trance
of noon, the cloud, the cruising falcon

GOTH LANA