Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Gathered at skirt's edge

from: Lawrence Durrell’s “Pope Joan” this passage on page 24:
“Tell me daughter, he would say, “What is tongue?”
“Air’s whip.”
“What is air?”
“The element of life.”
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Gathered at skirt’s edge

breeze westerly brings
foggy drink to redwood lips
 speaking Muir language  
   scattering
      seeds, blast effervescent
        
squall speaks
“What is sung?”
(near tempestuous bark)
   Miwok!
 “What is sown?”
    air’s hem
  “What is air?”
(gathered at skirt’s edge)
  “The element of life.”

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