Sunday, November 08, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
return to icarus
A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,
Head high in the forehead and wide between the ears,
Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,
Eyes well apart and full of sparkling wickedness…
His nostrils dilate…my heels embrace him…his well built limbs tremble with pleasure…we speed around and return.
Swift wind! Space! My soul! Now I know it is true what I guessed at;
What I guessed when I loafed on the grass,
What I guessed while I lay alone in my bed…and again as I walked the beach under the paling stars of the morning.
My ties and ballasts leave me…I travel…I sail…I skirt the sierras… my palms over continents,
I am afoot with my vision
~Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Head high in the forehead and wide between the ears,
Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,
Eyes well apart and full of sparkling wickedness…
His nostrils dilate…my heels embrace him…his well built limbs tremble with pleasure…we speed around and return.
Swift wind! Space! My soul! Now I know it is true what I guessed at;
What I guessed when I loafed on the grass,
What I guessed while I lay alone in my bed…and again as I walked the beach under the paling stars of the morning.
My ties and ballasts leave me…I travel…I sail…I skirt the sierras… my palms over continents,
I am afoot with my vision
~Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass
Friday, August 07, 2009
spring's second
burst foward
into all of the long grass, sunshine, birds chirping
  cool breezes
    that take the edge off sunshine
      to leave light
you earned it a long time ago
into all of the long grass, sunshine, birds chirping
  cool breezes
    that take the edge off sunshine
      to leave light
you earned it a long time ago


