Kasper - this is a bloody good poem!
I think so many elements are good:-
now this many-faced, many-fingered tree
> in the nook of rubble, slender & entrepid,
> sends its satellites climbing on the
> hinge of a bendy wire¯
But also the elements make, for me, an estounding whole.
"sends its satellites climbing on the
hinge of bendy wire"
"hinge" is dynamic - for a hinge for most is the fixture and fulcrum of a
door. And this is the 'hinge' of your poem: looking out, downward, across
and among us - set between the stars and bendy wire (radio waves, the
fragile...)
Go strong - Rupert
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From: "kasper salonen" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tuesday, September 18, 2007 8:21 PM
Subject: snap - climbers
> the climbers climb, hundreds
> growing one from the other,
> extending like the lively hair of the dead,
> a different species
> surprised by its autonomy;
>
> a deep groove has stayed in this wall
> like a carriage rut for decades.
> KJK
>
> they are the wheel this cranny
> has waited for. turning slower than
> the clock of the sky that feeds them
> in the tick-tick of seconds made honey,
> made nuclear, then chloroplast¯
>
> the leaves ascend their flags,
> leave a green kingdom behind.
>
> KS
>
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