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.

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