No acknowledgements. Many poetic stanzas (allusions to Stevens, Berryman, etc) but few completely satisfying poems. Here are extracts showing the mix of wordplay and philosophy.
A reed
wavers in the wind
A song thrush starts
to set its tune
upon such oracles
of earth's delirium (p.10)Why did I leave you for a rumour of treasure
to follow tortuous paths up imaginary mountains
to abstract peaks? (p.12)She feels like running backwards
through a space in time
but the changes are slow like oceans
and the moon is a magnet (p.15)Around every turn in the path
are the stones that were used
to cross the river, still damp
with our footprints?
So much for feeling
invaded by a sense of place (p.22)Everything expresses itself
when simple things stop doubling up
and become as they were (p.31)After second-guessing more
half-truths lie whitely
sweet dreams turn sour
stir them; careful. (p.44)Nothing is as beautiful
as it could be
everyone is moody
When amateur dramatics
end in tears
no one's moved (p.59)what matters
is what counts, and one to ten is easy (p.64)I sit down to weep
tears from my eyes I cry
and my heart grows big and sad (p.79)In the end
a bucket is better
than a theory for carrying
water from the well (p.86)
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