Sprintedon Hollow

String of Days



07Jan83  Friday

This afternoon, warmth enough.
I wash my hair.
The poetry of America
is much the same.


08Jan83  Saturday

Weather in   weather out
the holy person is
life   light
not blurred   by cold   or clouds.


09Jan83  Sunday

The estuary   the alluvial fan
the fern   the beckoning amphitheater
the open book   the voice
the wild and human gatherer.


10Jan83  Monday

Unless the imagination-empty tree
bears meaning in its presentness,
the beaver's gnawing   scrunches all remembering,
and my deep passions are a fool's dreams.


11Jan83  Tuesday

Beauty of poetry;
truth of philosophy:
yellow sun;
green leaf.





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