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September 10, 2012

In-fricking-credible!

I swear, as much as Pound and Eliot annoy me, the best thing that came out of the Imagist movement was without qualification Hilda Doolittle- one of thē most incredible poets to put ink to page. Happy birthday, lady …

Serious, experience how she employs poetic imagery so magically … in-fricking-credible!




Orchard

I saw the first pear
as it fell--
the honey-seeking, golden-banded,
the yellow swarm
was not more fleet than I,
(spare us from loveliness)
and I fell prostrate
crying:
you have flayed us
with your blossoms,
spare us the beauty
of fruit-trees.

The honey-seeking
paused not,
the air thundered their song,
and I alone was prostrate.

O rough hewn
god of the orchard,
I bring you an offering--
do you, alone unbeautiful,
son of the god,
spare us from loveliness:

these fallen hazel-nuts,
stripped late of their green sheaths,
grapes, red-purple,
their berries
dripping with wine,
pomegranates already broken,
and shrunken figs
and quinces untouched,
I bring you as offering.



Yep ... awesome ...

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