American poet residing in India / Corbel Stone Press
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Thought stops yet the image persists
Day twists till the day's form
takes me
& interrupts none of this joy
only to increase, complete the shape.
Mind rests wherein the heart dwells.
-Thomas Meyer,
from "Isis' Memory"
4 p.m. gray light ... on wires & fleeing from stone wall to branch, a family of wet bulbuls
a great lamp flickers
grounded by its wick
in deep oil
cotton draws grease
nets fire’s flame
-Thomas Meyer
To center the universe
in a single night’s brief dream
-Thomas Meyer,
from “Isis’ Memory”
3 p.m. overcast … rain … match heads crumble … cocoons hang on the walls
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There is no source that is not sacred.
-Seneca, Epistles 41.3
Alec Finlay,
from <Be My Reader>
Aaron Siskind / Utah 173, 1975
Aaron Siskind / Louise 36, 1974
Before–
a country we once
dwelt in, to which
we can never return
10.VI.26
