Double Poem from Attica
We need nothing, to salute diminutive silences (Lapsed conversation, mute street, Flowery hollows between the chimes of a clock) But the sudden peace of themselves.
Touch of a hand.
But major silences--those that presume over years, Estrangements, estranged lovers, emigrations, Abstract with size, effects of scale or daylight Look, the lamp pales: the bud of dawn opens-- Invite us among new people, alive through silence, Tissued with otherness: a being wholly re-born, Time itself is made again.
The clear bell.
As if the Earth, not dark from its stony mantle, Grew luminous, and globed a radiant shape, Dense, plaited with light.
Ring of a crystal . . .
Seeing it here in spring--its diminutive blossoms Bristle as dense as velvet from a grassless soil Province after. province, and swing in a crystal wind . . .
I think that it may be light.
JOI IN HOLLOWAY
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