Happy Valentine’s Day.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Woods etc

footfall, which is a means so steady

and in small sects wanders through the mind

unnoticed, because it beats constantly,

sweeping together the loose stacks of sound

I remember walking once into increasing

woods,my hearing like a widening wound.

first your voice and then the rustling ceasing.

the last glow of rain dead in the ground

that my feet kept time with the sun’s imaginary

changing position, hoping it would rise

suddenly from scattered parts of my body

into upturned apses of my eyes.

no clearing in that quiet, no change at all.

in my throat the little mercury line

that regulates my speech began to fall

rapidly the endless length of my spine

Each Pine at Dusk

Each pine at dusk

lodges the bird

of its voice

perpendicular and still

the forest

indifferent to history

tearless as stone


in tremulous exciement

the ancient story

of the sun going down

- by John Berger