“people who dwell in clocks
move with pendulous hearts”
—Bei Dao, “Daydream,” from Endure
desire lifts—
moonlight on midnight waves
the moon itself
radiant
behind a cloud
the sea working without cease
the moon’s light transient
say what you will
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[This one from March 1974]
The Brain
is a fist or a rose
thrust up by the spine.
Sometimes it knots
like a testicle;
other times
blackens (a stone
in a glacier’s belly).
Because it’s silent
like heaven, we forget
that the brain is a
crumpled map
of the infinite: life
after life we throw it away.
NEAT..<br />those early 70's <br />those early poems<br />of<br />:(weall) tended<br />to go a word or 6 be<br />yond what the poem<br />called for … eh ?<br /><br />and<br /><br />pardon me but your<br /><br />"the moon<br />radiant<br />behind a cloud"<br /><br />GOT TO ME<br /><br />as<br />I did "it" as<br /><br />full moon<br />behind a cloud<br />will I
very nice. thanks for posting