HAIKU BANDIT SOCIETY: woven

hardly a glance
from the woven city —
snowy Fuji

 

 

Source: HAIKU BANDIT SOCIETY: woven

  1. I want to put down what the mountain was awakened.

    My mouthful of grass.
    My curious tale. I want to stand still but find myself moved patch by patch.
    There’s a bleat in my throat. Words fail me here. Can you understand? I sink to
    my knees tired or not. I now know the ragweed from the goldenrod, and the blinding
    beauty of green. Don’t you see? I am shedding my skins. I am a paper hive, a wolf spider,
    the creeping ivy, the ache of a birch, a heifer, a doc. I have fallen from my dream
    of progress: the clear-cut glass, the potted and balconied tree, the lemon-waxed
    wood over a marbled pillar, into my own nocturne. The lullabies I had forgotten.
    How could I know what slept inside? What would rend my fantasies to cud and up
    from this belly’s wet straw-strewn field—

    these soundings.

    Vievee Francis, “Another Antipastoral”

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