Part II  



(Hail fallen. Damper.) I retraced my steps

Along uncertain melt and shifting gloss

To somewhere near that spot: an empty barn

(I think I glimpsed a black sleigh through the door,

Cobwebbed and rotting, piled with newspapers);

A house with broken windows--snow inside,

And buckling front porch; the facing page

A homely pond's translation of the scene.



Part I   Notes I
Part II
Notes II
Part III
Notes III
Part IV
   Notes IV
Part V
   Notes V
Part VI
   Notes VI
Part VII
   Notes VII
   Notes VIII
Part IX
   Notes IX
Part X
   Notes X
Part XI
   Notes XI
Part XII
   Notes XII

©, Acknowledgments
The Author


  50   Icicles pattered Morse, then quieted;

Fractures abounded; crystal refastenings

Veined sturdy puddles under seamless sky

The silvered inside of a vacuum jar.

SPACERFollowing a sentence through the woods

I found the lake (stop; foot-test: one step out),

Tried its crackling solidity,

Then walked the distance of its false expanse

Onto (cold, crackless air) the other bank:

Fir epaulets; rafts of sandy spar;


Abandoned border-crossings. Past strange trees

A tangled log was partly visible,

Transliterated into alphabets

Splitting and sapless, partly burnt, part curled

Like old dry vines. Whew. I tromped across

Black sticks with weedy diacriticals,

Vowel-slips of ooze and consonants of ice,

Carefully sounding out each patch of thaw

Against a heavy, insulated sole,

And stopped among birches--seeing just ahead


Cyrillic of a slumped barbed-wire fence:

My blunt feet felt another continent.Asterisk

SPACERBare vines; indecipherable cold.

Just past those empty forms were, glimmering,

A plaza and planted trees: beyond the shades

Of iron poles and humps of sooty snow,

A crowd of citizens confronting tanks.


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