Posts Tagged ‘ grass ’

haiku by Joseph Salvatore Aversano – is/let


Source: is/let

Counting Days Until Sheep Return to a Manhattan Churchyard – The New York Times

First Known When Lost: Ezra Pound

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound, Personae (1926).

Source: First Known When Lost: Ezra Pound

shirley horn / a lazy afternoon

Without A Song – Supremes

~ that field of corn would never ever see a plough / that field of corn would be deserted now / . . . now I know what makes the rain to fall, the grass so tall . . . all my loves for bv, cro, re, and cfv, all their loves, for me – DF

from “3 Bewildered Landscapes” by Joanna Klink |

from “3 Bewildered Landscapes”

Joanna Klink
STARS, SCATTERSTILL. Constellations of people and quiet.

Those nights when nothing catches, nothing also is artless.

I walked for hours in those forests, my legs a canvas of scratches,

trading on the old hopes—we were meant to be lost. But being lost

means not knowing what it means. Inside the meadow is the grass,

rich with darkness. Inside the grass is the wish to be rooted, inside the rain

the wish to dissolve. What you think you live for you may not live for.

One star goes out. One breath lifts inside a crow inside a field.



Copyright © 2014 by Joanna Klink. Used with permission of the author.

from “3 Bewildered Landscapes” Joanna Klink |

Class Prep [re-loop]: by Bhanu Kapil | Was Jack Kerouac A Punjabi?

2013-06-08 12.22.11 pink lightning in redacted form, Bhanu Kapil

Class Prep [re-loop]: by Bhanu Kapil

Vacation, a haibun by Carol Pearce-Worthington / A Hundred Gourds 1:2 March 2012

A Jar

Insect in a jar. metal holes gouged in a blue sky and a few sprigs of torn grass . . .

glass tower

reflecting the many

deaths of childhood

Donna Fleischer
from indra’s net 2003