"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

13 July 2010

Jim Harrison, "Dusk"


Dusk over the lake,
clouds floating
heat lightning
a nightmare behind branches;
from the swamp
the odor of cedar and fern,
the long circular
wail of the loon --
the plump bird aches for fish
for night to come down

Then it becomes so dark
and still
that I shatter the moon with an oar.

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