Pond Song 4.68
That we cannot pin it down should make us rethink the standing nature of the nunc. G&B 294
old ice whets the wind__I do a double take
a seagull rides in__a belated snowflake
pluperfect light__nothing stands in this gale
baffled and blown about__light beyond the pale
Pond Song 4.67
Joy is at one with itself as radiance beyond self. G&B 290
This is as far as I go__Du Fu surprised by grief
saying goodbye once more__ice swirls like a leaf
as the tide goes out__low over the sun-
lessness blackheaded geese__disappear into the horizon
of their guttural language__echoing bank to bank
I turn to go as I must__not knowing whom to thank
Pond Song 4.66
The origin is not a determinate being but rather gives them to be as being at all. G&B 283
buds and icicles in the trees__stiff grass shivers in the wind
down a hole he cut for water__Thoreau saw summer and heaven
the water is all out to sea__the pond sunk in dirty snow
ice on the path drums footfall__faint meanders mark the flow
Tu Fu’s snapped off lines__bottom stones draped in ice
shine in dim sunlight__unmoved unmoving toward equinox
Pond Song 4.65
Communion does not reduce to a mystical monism. G&B 273
Atlantic warming more snow__sparrows flit through the gloom
between hedge and icewall__Thoreau’s ink froze in his room
then thawed to pearly gray__color of the sky now the pond
sunk in eye-watering glare__crows scrape by the sound
criss-crossing everywhere__there’s nothing to photograph
calls interrupt the silence__ I mean caws more than enough
Pond Song 4.64
“… [T]o act in oblivion of the gift given would be to rescind the creation as other.” G&B 257
the sky lead the hour sealed__snow glare everywhere
pond and trail no difference__no wind just this air
only the black cry of the crows__three notes a dropped beat
silence on the dim white path__a crow with snow on its beak
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