Buoy the population of the soul
Toward their destination before they drown
~ Robert Pinsky
March 2024
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A Night Note

I am sleepless like the Ganges flowing at the ghat below. All night long the traffic of lanterned boats and snuffed out Bodies keep me awake. No dreams or nightmares intrude The slap of water on the steps.

Only fog as it rises off the water to efface The quarter moon, Your face, your voice, your embracing arms, And then my memory of all these memories of you.

When tomorrow comes, come to bury your hands In my ashes, and bury my ashes in those waters.

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An Evening Note

Every evening I am a freighter Tracking the darkness as It falls over these wharves Scanned, perhaps, by your Trackless, and thus lost, eyes.

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Permanent Center of Gravity

Heart in summer Walks into in fields Of wild poppies, And becomes a bottle That holds the old ink Pressed from Gauzy skirts of their petals Waving in the wind; One continuous flag For Hypnos, The god of sleep In whose arms Loveless fitfully sleep.

It is only when The bottle breaks open And every Beatrice dips Her hand right into The heart of the heart To reveal the silence That abides within, Does the heart find Its permanent center Of gravity To fall into, fall towards.

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