'tis the moon, Stephen, & owes something to Joyce, of course.
And it remains far too cold to venture out unless one has to. I didn't
today, so stayed in & read Marilynne Robinson's strange & beautiful
(even to a non-believer like me) Gilead.
Doug
On 12-Jan-05, at 7:43 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
> Nice poem, Doug. All I can offer is virtual warm good cheer, and not
> the
> obvious advice of 'stay well-wrapped inside.' :
> ...above god
>> s pared fingernail
>> hangs there
>> tossed aside
>>
>> indifferent
>>
>> to all tidal twists
>> & turns below
>
> One question, is this "fingernail" what you can see of the sun, or the
> line
> of the horizon??
>
> Stephen V
> Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
> Where the Millennium - day by day, 1999 - keeps approaching.
>
>
Douglas Barbour
Department of English
University of Alberta
Edmonton Alberta T6G 2E5 Canada
(780) 436 3320
http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
The poet is ecstatic, having dreamt of this visit for weeks.
He takes Erato’s face, dribbling and wild, between his hands
and kisses her gently as if she were a runaway teenager.
Diana Hartog
