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The
Cat
John Hollander
O I
am my own way of being in view and yet invisible at once Hearing everything you see I see all of whatever you can have heard even inside the deep silences
of black silhouettes like these images of furry surfaces darkly playing cat and mouse with your
doubts about whether other minds can ever be drawn from hiding and made to be heard in inferred language I can speak only in your voice Are you done with my shadow That thread of dark word can all run out now and end our tale
Swan and Shadow John Hollander (b. 1929)
Dusk Above the water
hang the loud flies Here O so gray then What A pale signal will appear When Soon before its shadow fades
Where Here in this
pool of opened eye
In us No Upon us As at the very edges of where we take shape in the dark air this object bares its image awakening ripples of recognition that will brush darkness up into light even after this bird this hour both drift by atop the
perfect sad instant now already passing out of sight toward yet untroubled reflection this image bears its object darkening into memorial shades Scattered bits of
light No of water
Or something across
water Breaking up
No Being regathered soon Yet
by then a swan will have gone Yes out of mind into what vast pale hush of a place past sudden
dark as if a swan sang
The
Mouse's Tale
Fury
said to a mouse, That he met in the house, 'Let us both go to law: I will prosecute you.-- Come, I'll take no denial; We must have a trial: For really this morning I've nothing to do.' Said the mouse to the cur, 'Such a trial, dear Sir, With no jury or judge, would be wasting our breath.' 'I'll be judge, I'll be jury,' Said cunning old Fury: 'I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.'
A
Prayer to the Sun Geoffrey
Hill
(in
memory of Miguel Hernandez)
(1) Darkness above
all things the Sun makes rise
(2) Vultures salute their meat at noon (Hell is silent)
(3) Blind Sun our ravager bless us so that we sleep.
A Christmas Tree William Burford (b. 1927 Star, If you are A love Compassionate, You will walk with us this year. We face a glacial distance, who are her Huddl'd At your feet.
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