Balošana

Manas cilts grāmatas Pēdējās lapās Daudz sarkanu pēdu: Kam četri pirksti, kam trīs, Ir pat kas velk tā uz vārnām. Medību pēdas un retas Saulrieta iedobes niedrājā — Sīki atzibšņi ūdeņu krēpēs, Vēja nospiedums ausmas rasā. Ko pēdas prasa. Palikt grāmatā vēl kādu Collu, vēl sprīdi, pirms To aizveŗ un pazaudē dubļos. Pāršķir vāku, iesējumā […]

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Madness of clouds

The water drops Are round as they fall, They sing of invisible things; Then comes the splash, The thud, the crash in the mud: Small quartz crystals scatter Impatient to become static. A maple leaf burns In the late September sun Brown at the edges And falls. The asphalt stretches solid, Rough and so grey […]

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the tree of life

  What if the real punishment for eating off that tree was not the death, but that we would not die so easily? That we would know of life, and breath and sunshine, rain, and love and joy, and the endless longing for that undiscover’d country, and we would possess our pain, hold it dearer […]

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bloody time

how time sticks like unwanted blood, to the fingers, a blotch, spreading, seeping, invading the cracks of the moment. one breath, another, the clocks move sunwise, ticking off the remnants of life. how time flickers like a ghostly flame in the kitchen cooking up mysteries, slowly progressing, creeping all over memories like some ivy, strangling, […]

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unspoken

i’ll speak of recipes, autumn tang in the air, the first yellow strands in the birch-green, starling songs inappropriately sharp for the time of the year; of all small things packed with the promise of bigness, significant only because it’s a background to the elephant not in the room; i will discuss pottery, maybe, poetry, […]

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Fragilities

A butterfly drinks His only summer from bluebells. So subtle, so velvet his wings, The wind stops and draws A deepest breath. On that side of the multiverse Rainforest listens, Glaciers get ready, Piranhas sharpen their teeth. Only the white bones on a sunlit beach Remember no hurricanes.

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Samson

When it rains, The little cat sits in the window, Watching. The choices are ours to make And some are honest mistakes Like the rain falling in sheets. He does not know how Vapour rises, how long It takes for the clouds to grow heavy. The love we fall for, that Strikes like lightning, so […]

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warbling

the voice, over the green, beyond the smell of a stale river, a clear flute of the evening come early enter the leafy temple: the alders will give way, the aspens rejoice, the birches, smile and say — listen to lindens lisp see how the osiers preen up to be seen by you — the […]

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Sinking

Scatter the ashes Where the snows used to be, Where the summers sang Full of bees, Scatter the ashes When it rains without rainbows, When the leaves are dry, Crushed underfoot, Let the grey fly As the violets blossom, As the black grouse Dance in the fields, Take up the gritty Coarse, unwieldy substance, All […]

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pietura naktī

Klausījos, kā vilciens nolaižas uz sliedēm; te mana pietura – naktī, kaķu dziesmās un putnu aurēšanā. Liepas piejauca medus smaržu sikspārņu dejām; kad tevi vairs negaida, atliec sīknagus vecas mājas spārēs, Jasmīnu ziedlapas putēja nesakārtoti, viss krustu šķērsu rakstos, lietus iesistos pelēkā zemes palagā. Ko tava uguns gribēja, tumsā plaiksnīdama? Nepratu salasīt, ai, neprāta mīlestība […]

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dry spell

Sometimes we snap. Like dry branches, like frost, And bury the others with us. Chips from a lightning-struck oak, Splinters of pine, unruly cones All in a heap, rushed To a conflagration. Sometimes the ragged Edges know only to tear, And heal all crooked. Flames lick at the dark Fluid inkiness Stabbed with stars And […]

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green arches

Listen. Time passes. D. Thomas The green trajectory a leaf Leaves when floating to the floor, Cuts the air in arches. Time measures us all, Time allows us to fall Almost to the ground, and grinds Our memories for its tea. The green whispers in passing, Somersaulting through the landscape Of things that grow and […]

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echoes of fire

This is my song — with the wee sparrows Persecuting their parents across the car-trodden streets, With the young starlings, coarse And learning to fly in a crow-infested universe; A song made with pink chestnut flowers in southerly wind, Heaping up on street-corners; And an occasional rustle of a brown oak-leaf pinned up by bright […]

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Anguis fragilis. Slowworm.

The sand has lost all colour. No, maybe it is the colour Of small, sharp stones that Make up gravel so simply. Yes, the colour of the sharp, Grey, cold and merciful. Her song went unheard. She And the sand now are intimate. Intimate much more than one desires. Grey, cold and so sharp that […]

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dandelion

Her head is white, sticking Out of the green and the grey; She stands tall, all hollow, All proud till All is ready, all set — And now she waits. Summer is coming, its winds Will dry the world, carry Her children to places She will never go, beyond The reach of the sight or […]

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stormlight

A blackbird, his wife and a pair of bewildered sparrows Look up from the ground — Thunder is coming. Rainworms are reckless, Leaving their safe darkness to look with sightless eyes upon stormlight. And so they leave, Half a rainworm each, to shut little yellow yelling mouths to make more of their own kind, In […]

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between the mud and the blue

Up to my ankles in pollen, floating in recent puddles, whilst grumpy grandchildren watch, restrained by frantic grammas, I laugh. To be grown-up sometimes means to step into puddles and smell roses and jump to a tune played inside your own head. I laugh, and walk into rain envied by children, seen by the shuddering […]

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the drinking

In my dream, we make tea. Black, strong and smokey, Like a gun, full of promise. The liquid pours into cups, The aroma ascends, We breathe: Fingers cradling the hot, too hot fragile shells. The dragons will break out They will sing with fire, They will dance for us, with us Till our wits’ end. […]

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Puķe ugunī

Un. Rasas piles krājas Gar grīšļu asajām lapām. Rītavējš Saliek smiltis, kur pēdas Pa graudiņam vien Izdziest. Apaļais dimants Notrīs Un izlejas zemē. Zib varavīksne, Un ēnas aizdejo tālāk. Noglāsti šauro Zaļumu pirkstiem, Asins un ūdens, Abi tiek zemei. Vējš ēnas vairo, Lapu maliņās iegriezdams Vēl vienu pavasari.

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no fear

the dead have no fear they have left their loves their hope and their glands with the rest of their frames here they have nothing to defend as the living raise voices and hands to sing towards their own end the battle’s been fought the victory or defeat now of no importance they lay down […]

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Kad nerīmējas

Rudens kā rudens Ziema kā ziema Pat vasara iekļaujas ritmā Vien pavasaris Kā aptracis dīgsts Lien laukā pa visām spraugām. Dzimšanas kliedziens, Dubļi, Pērnās smiltis Un vājprāta spīdums acīs, Ugunsdzēsēju darbi Novācot kaķus kokos, Strazdu lamas un sīku Putniņu dejas Pirms Pilna ligzda dzeltenu brēcošu mutu, Un kļavas zied zaļi Kamēr zīlītes salasa Badainās bites. […]

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small floral petals

i might be gone, but the sand and the blades of grass remember my steps and my song, and the small things i lost from my pockets: loose buttons and scraps of wrapping or chewing-gum, occasional chestnuts and leaves almost crumbled. now the trees have me, their roots sucking up minerals that made up my […]

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greetings

I was greeted by starlings, Shrilly flapping about, And laburnums, golden and poisonous, And some wind, mild… Chestnuts readied their buds Against the rowans across the street, Poised to burst any moment And fill the sunshine with glee; I was greeted by seagulls, Alabaster shapes glued to the sky, As the earth kept turning away […]

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To bring

The April showers Have chunks of ice, Leaflets of snow and some Heavenly grit That hits the newly thawed ground With its shy blades of grass Like an unwelcome surprise. The wedding-happy sparrows Do not care, they fret And they leap, picking On the small seeds And each other, they Are not bothered as the […]

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ko vairs atceros*

vējš parauj smiltis un pērnās lapas un kūlas stiebrus vecos kapos un kopto pagalmu kaktos, kur kaķi, vārnas un lustīgi sīļi svin pavasari starp gandrīz dīgstošām zīlēm, snieg- pulkstenēm un dažiem purpura krokusiem puspavērtiem. virpuļo sīkumi, skaidas saskaitās pulkos, pārlec žogiem, dzīviem un stiepļu rombiņos sapītiem, vīnogu- lāju noklātām zvirbuļu laktām, aizšvīkst līdz strazdu amata […]

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