Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Poetry by Ronald Johnson
A link to Johnson's The Book of the Green Man (link on Silliman's blog today). Painting by Basil King (in book).
Excerpt from Summer section:
What the Leaf Told Me
Today I saw the word written on the poplar leaves.
It was 'dazzle'. The dazzle of the poplars.
As a leaf startles out
from an undifferentiated mass of foliage,
so the word did form a leaf
A Mirage Of The Delicate Polyglot
inventing itself as cipher.