Saturday, October 07, 2006

My Newest Muse: H.D.

This poem stylistically and thematically invokes H.D., one of my new favorite poets. Enjoy.
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Hang us, heavy,
among the leaves--
drying, turning, burning.
We ascend--
flamed brighter
than the orchard's

Cold wind,
smite us! We wait,
heavy, for the ax to fall--
for the burning--
and the woodsmoke
which clots
our eyes.

Dark night,
find us! Nude but
in the first garden,
or the first
gleaming, rainy,
golden street.

Dark birds,
We have died!
We have died!
in waiting for
a snow--
to rinse us, cleansing.

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