The great poems of
our elders in many
tongues we struggled
to comprehend who
are now content with
mystery simple
and profound you
in the night your
breath your body
orbit of time and
the moment you
Phosphorus and
Hesper a dark circle
of fertility so
bloodthirsty for us
you in the world
the night breathing
asleep and alive. |
| From Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey, Poems 1991-1995, published by Copper Canyon Press, 1996. Copyright © 1996 by Hayden Carruth. All rights reserved. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368. |
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