Eagle Plain
The American eagle is not aware he is
the American eagle. He is never tempted
to look modest. . . .
The American eagle is not aware he is
the American eagle. He is never tempted
to look modest. . . .
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you. . . .
I lov’d thee from the earliest dawn,
When first I saw thy beauty’s ray,
And will, until life’s eve comes on, . . .
In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat
of his father’s Ford and the mysterium
of time, holds time in memory with words, . . .
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry. . . .
In the steamer is the trout
seasoned with slivers of ginger,
two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil. . . .
Echo that loved hid within a wood
Would to herself rehearse her weary woe:
O, she cried, and all the rest unsaid . . .
Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright . . .
Surrounded by bone, surrounded by cells,
by rings, by rings of hell, by hair, surrounded by
air-is-a-thing, surrounded by silhouette, by honey-wet bees, yet . . .
I just didn’t get it—
even with the teacher holding an orange (the earth) in one hand
and a lemon (the moon) in the other, . . .