21 July 2010

Robin Blaser

[from Robin Blaser's The Holy Forest: Collected Poems of Robin Blaser, University of California, 2008]

An Appearance

Okay    A nightingale
does sing
             outside this window

A mirror of leaves and noise

                           This monument
has torn to pieces our guide book
of facts
                           This startles

A nightingale,
                    the bird so ancient
he ( anybody )
                      falls back
on his dusty shoes, pointing

The event darkens     So like
our trembling,
                    we caught at it
breaking the skin

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