Part I: Far Oar
insofar as fair, so more:
I’ll have an own, no false
barbarity prevail;
conclusive sooner,
where I go as wrack
or lazily moor toe ruin;
there is a shore, there was before,
an eye on circuit oar
far oar,
was it known as, it is
simply no more but such
as another may say half-said;
I had rather than ruder instead
get ahead by a rudder, as much
as it was or yet is
no moor
there’s knot-time enough
to mend the hole-ocean
and fill it again with our cups
to our lips, rum-oar lips, to ours
knot-enough before you,
and your only, choose too;
such is even said, I say,
away, bother me, no more
no, not like an old love
knot-like anew, not still
until sadness is staid
and itself without notice,
fool of the mimical gladness
that lies with ennui
under, like a tide, agony;
reason goes rhymeless, ebb abides
as lack that being alone
sat elemental a stone-fall,
the unpris’d risers above
ground vacant and faint,
and would nor tell, remember,
soe’er some soft scold voices,
as once, nonetheless
a chaos, cool and lame
went wrongly more about
and seldom said as much
to no-one close at hand,
attentive who, expansive
to no end & always, dear,
I say, if such may say,
about the seldomness,
no more, that must be sad
knot even-eye as
mend a side and reconsider
more are, that tern, so blue
unto the seamlessness,
as cover our recover’d
over cord under cut
and brush a side along
a reed moor lallsome
each one say as much
only enough no more as I
and somewhat less perhaps
than not at all, and yet
the root of all is all
or more apt, after all,
a tern turns a’course
what matter who’s about
This pleasantly surprising in its length but more the language was exquisite, the sentiment poignant and so delicately formed. A beautiful poem. Very beautifully done. >KB
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Kind thank you, dear sir…was is correct; it’s of eld, as those go…from the ’90s.
…and I wish you, as always, good cheer for a New Year and the others.
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your work evokes ee cummings
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years of studying humility, gone in an instant!
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