Five Branch Tree





  • This planet, carpet thousands of years old,
    shall flourish but it does not accept death nor repose:
    each spring the sun's keys open
    fertility's cyclical locks,
    and cascading bunches of fruit resound,
    the earth's splendor rises and falls to the mouth
    and humankind is thankful for the goodness
    .........of its kingdom. 
    Praised be the old land the color of excrement,
    her cavities, her sacrosanct ovaries,
    the storehouses of wisdom that contained
    copper, oil, magnets, ironworks, purity.
    The lightning bolt that seems to fall from hell
    was hoarded by the ancient mother of roots
    and each day bread came out to greet us,
    unperturbed by the blood and death we humans wear,
    the accursed progeny who deliver light unto the world. 
    -- from The Earth; Pablo Neruda (trans. Richard Shaaf)


    [1971]








  • A Poem- for April 
    The scene mainstays, it is
    genesis while a jounce
    in the scroll- new presence- 
    slight bird for the visage-
    decants alight aqua blue
    nimbus thin over the altar 
    ground, supposed auburn,
    age oiled rounded slowness
    in thick churn of old times 
    on sediment of decades,
    where Jerusalem of Earth
    precedes its own sacrifice; 
    drawn wheeled cart proven
    by impossible weight as
    implausible blooms, occur.










  • [Orchard in Blossom, Louveciennes ; Camille Pissarro, 1872]....














  • No defeat is made up entirely of defeat?since
    the world it opens is always a place
    ..............formerly
    ........................unsuspected. A
    world lost,
    ..............a world unsuspected,
    ........................beckons to new places
    and no whiteness (lost) is so white as the memory
    of whiteness.....

    [.... 

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    The descent
    ..............made up of despairs
    ........................and without accomplishment
    realizes a new awakening:
    ........................which is a reversal
    of despair.
    ..............For what we cannot accomplish, what
    is denied to love,
    ..............what we have lost in the anticipation?
    ........................a descent follows,
    endless and indestructible.....

    --from ?The Descent?; William Carlos Williams (1954)











  • [ Hungry Ghost ; Brad Mehldau & Mark Guiliana, October 2013 ]