Thursday, January 28, 2010

is there distance in his head

"is there distance in his head?" S. Heaney

feel insect hunger
naked, peeling, feeding
as if meadows sprung

impressed, caressed.
a traveler’s daughter,
unsent letter addressed,

travels with daughter.
‘No one once faces,’ she said
unraveling yarn

the year at end,
again. ‘What did I not say,’
I should have said.

erratic granite
folds of billowed ulster
no common refrain.