Mezzaluna. Michele LeggottЧитать онлайн книгу.
torches 83
from a woman, a rose, and what has it to do with her or they with one another? 88
wilderness 97
faith and rage 98
cairo vessel 1 109
cairo vessel 2 112
future song 115
the words 121
verde, verde, verde 122
she counts ten angels 124
domingo 126
house of the fountains 128
work for the living 133
mirabile dictu 136
tell your mama 138
slow reader 140
primavera 142
keep this book clean 147
peri poietikes 150
more like wellington every day 152
spirits bay 157
listening 159
degli angeli 161
never dreaming 162
lomu 164
olive 165
experiments (our life together) 167
a brief history of time 169
matapōuri 172
The Fascicles 175
Emily and Her Sisters 180
from Figures in the Distance 184
the wedding party 193
like this?
on white you fall
into line
her voice fills
the ground
potato cuts
the sun
dries paints
the deck prints
shapes shadows
of oranges
green
‘cyan and
magenta’
sail
your picnic
sea
into the eye
land crimson
lemons
hand me
the moon
risen rode
rose ride
white
out to see
Watermelon World
she sings fish are jumping
in your room birds ride
around the walls pink is
picking up white cotton
is high diamonds rose and
why one of these days
the picture may be painted
melons sent flying hearts
and stars harm nothing you
care about more than today
27
signature pink, leap
bodily the helix enough
doubled erotic or singing to
say I am energy make
certain my best feints dab
your ever, this is me
An Island
An island for Easter an Easter island
in the pacific Pacific
of the Inside Passage
grounding the dream and dreaming the ground
with the Sunshine Crew
that’s daffodils
and a shack on the water whatever the dream hands out
whatever we can bring
what
ever
these spring nights no-one can sleep days set to roll over
showing long flanks and a bright mammalian eye
Other imaginations fired easily and here we are
headed straight into history
other stories breathing spaces
between the quotidian hauls and the junk we saved
a walk out to the plane at infinity
or a face turned south smiling meridian coordinates
at the sun oh merry days
great circles roll over our heads and we’re breathing even so
the fish can’t tell if it’s
air like water
or water like air
nosing in among the sailing islands
whose hills roll in the gentle swell of the Gulf of
Georgia you sent us a west wind and Florence saying
welcome to Roseland here comes the water
back up the bay through the fruit trees
coming into leaf
walnuts apples veranda pear around the corner
mad