words are floating things (Han Yu)


Our eros for the divine is met with the divine agape for us. G&B 276



under crow calls the pond rises__archipelagoes of ice

drift in the empty spaces__what trouvaille may suffice


words are floating things (Han Yu)__in the dark water between

immense slabs a whiter white__a bufflehead dives unseen




sunglare on both sides


For PS 4.58

Pond Song 4.58


We are returned to a sort of fertile formlessness. G&B 261


This is Thoreau’s sweet edge__bottom solid milky ice

cuts one happily in two__sunglare on both sides


fact and feeling (Cavell)__the wonder of it is I

hear ducks splashing over there__low tide is still high



rain spots the sketch pad

Pond Song 4.57


“…flow of the overdeterminate origin in us…” G&B 262


I see out and about myself__Journal 7 January ‘57

solitary vigilant__Thoreau between earth and heaven


nature his divine other__today the pond’s brushed steel

snow crust under my stick__I’m not sure what I feel


rain spots the sketch pad__pencilled notes smeared black

what was there is not now__the bufflehead’s white back



nothing prepared me for this

Pond Song 4.56


The primordial origin is not abstract or indefinite, or indeterminate, but overdetermined as overfull. G&B 257



rain seethes at low tide__shallows show the bottom

background roar of the bypass__I start to hum dumb-


struck by a silence out there__ Giacometti-like iron-

y and delicacy of reserve__the spare blue blade of a heron


splendor formae overplus__nothing prepared me for this

David Jones the sun in his face__Meng inured to the process