a chorale hidden
sweet voices rise
a tiny ribbon of smoke
escaping from some cavern
s high ceiling outer
walls supreme
manifest will
silence that song
(actually, a bit like Barry, I wrote this while listening to Tim
Lilburn's reading at the UofA yesterday afternoon; but aside from
somehow being ignited by Lilburn's theo-eco-neoPlatonic-poem for
voices, it has nothing to do with his poem sequence; something
'political' in the air though...)
Doug
Douglas Barbour
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The secret
which got lost neither hides
nor reveals itself, it shows forth
tokens.
Charles Olson
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