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  1.     

David To Jonathan, A Lost Psalm Recovered, Recent Translation, Circa 1978

'And it came to pass...that the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul...Then Jonathan and David made a covenant, because he loved him as his own soul. And Jonathan stripped himself of the robe that was upon him, and gave it to David, and his garments, even to his sword, and to his bow, and to his girdle.'
- 1 Samuel 18: 1 - 4 King James Bible

The Lost Psalm

Abjuring flesh of necessity,
this, my peace, is false.

This ancient tonguing
betrays some fault
disdaining the human world -

which occurred first,
the birthing or the wounding?

the music woos,
swells me up.
It is my sleek, bleak hour
remembering Bathsheba's girth.
There is some mirth in remembering her,
those skirts and veils like a cadence of sweet cakes
and guilt,

but knowing your ungirt, perspiring embrace
so near to the Lord's tent,
makes the sin sweeter
for sweet is the intent
to only love

for now it is
the building up,
the uplifting,
the enfolding,
the engulfing in flame,

Abednego's dancing
unconsumed in a hardness of
flesh against the hardness of belief,
no relief of vision's ken within himself
or fire but in arms and legs thrashing
out creeds to live by.
 
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  2.     

Midnight In Dostoevsky

'Alyosha, I shall set off from here...loving
with one's inside, with one's stomach...'

Is it
feathers'
dawn shoe

through
which
blood
casings

mourn
the Orange
Moon?

Alyosha
the old
animal heat
turns in on
itself

burns
beneath skin

the bone bruise
fuses out
against what
yearning once
meant in
wetlands
between

navel

moon

corona

pubis
...

...
belly laugh

the gut punch
and rabbit

that moment
of consent
entwined
with bridges
rooftops
orange sky
concrete

asphalt
and assholes
a cigarette
each hand a
bottle of gin

a back pocket
search for
quinine the
brine of men

the run-on
trousers limp
the cobbled
street where
a spring
silvers
beneath

navel

moon

corona

pubis
...

...
'If, after your kiss, he goes away
untouched, mocking at you, do not
let that be a stumbling-block to you.
It shows his time has not yet come'
...

...
the sign
the halt
the lame
the blind

cane
wheel
crutch
theology

murderous
instruments
all
...

...
much the
Monk who
falls for
(One) love
every night
from the
belfry

smells
of pitch 1st
avenue smells
of singed
hair

the humming
boy hums
pokes bits
of scalp on
the walk

his small
white thumbs
alone touch
the white
lattice kiosk

sells the
Stranger's
face again

navel

moon

corona

pubis
...

...
'The centripetal force on our planet is still
fearfully strong...I know I shall fall on the
ground and kiss those stones'
...

**Quotation marked passages are from
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky
 
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  3.     

Autumn Haiku

Even from my front porch
the rusted sewing machine
yearns for golden thread.
 
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  4.     

Beyond Blossoms, For James Wright

If you were here now I too would
speak of horses encountered on a
hill in the south of France, Monthaut,
its ruined church without knees,
sun low over foothills of the Pyrenees -

From shadowed trees downhill
at least 20 of them run to me.
I feel them before they appear,
hooves tearing dirt and grass
in their manic ascent up the
steep arriving like excited
birds, haunches quivering,
damp from late-summer heat.

Their soft noses push my hands,
their chests pure press
hard against barbed wire.
They offer themselves to me,
their long necks extend
heads dipping shyly,
not without some blood -


I think of you now as I did then,
remembering our bellowing lungs
in rich shared air, odors entwined
of earth, mane, those sweet
grasses, and the binding brier
where they stamped, trembling.

Not poetry here,
Old Master;
just reporting,

how it all breaks open
blindly between doldrums,
dark hammock refusing
to be swayed on a bad day.

Something is here you already
know but if there is forgetting on
the other side of the fence
I remind you now.

My hands caress
echoing equine graces.
In their eyes I can see
in that way of all breezes
finally where you went.

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Here is Wright's poem, 'A Blessing':

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.
 
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