One Or Two Words
Suntaxis: Particles of dust one
sees journeying inside
Morning sunlight streaming
Into a dark room.
Also Greek for syntax:
to combine, to arrange.
Astynax: Opposite of syntax, As spelt by me?
No. Young son of
Hector and Andromache
Killed by the conquering
Greeks.
For Monica Mody, whose assegai (a Berber spear) made me dust the dictionary.
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An After-Wedding Poem
…two poplar trees to shiver outside her window, a noise she can sleep against, sleeping trees and sleeping roofs that she grew up with in the east end of Toronto… ~ Michael Ondaatje in “The English Patient”
Under maples, in that season When they lay their golden hands over Anyone who passes underneath,
You two stand, holding hands As if you were just about to waltz Into an upward spiral of time.
I wasn’t present, and yet after These many days when I see Your faces, beatific & beautiful,
The ruby red, the white lilies, Light falling on upturned faces, Something comes loose within:
I bend over to kiss again This ever-miraculous earth!
For H.K & J.K
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A Drinking Song
(For Kuppa, for those ‘quarters’ of McDowell’s Whiskey)
What is this city Called drunkenness, my friend? People tell me that I Live there now.
So if this city Does exist, it is quite strange Because all I find in it are A quite room, with a table,
A reasonably full bottle and A glass from which I am Sipping something close To forgetting.
But I then keep forgetting That to forget requires One to first remember Everything. And this
Takes forever. Time Never passes. Only I pass Through a stupor of bottles, And burn in their heat
Into something less than A shadow, falling down Those long disused roads, Where time was leaving
As it was arriving. So why Is it that I only hear you and Me laughing at something I am Supposed to forget, and did forget?
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