"...through this world there was some other that was flickering for him [Khodsevich], full of infinite meaning, created by him and his contemporaries, a mirror-world of reflections, meanings, and realia connected to our world." --Nina Berberova, The Italics are Mine (1991; orig tr 1969)
The Beowulf Poet Speaks. (4th down)
"parachute packed while falling"
red ridge against · blue welkin
the gear that rides · wearily blown
pools troubled · that trembling save
silt-silence · sags in the animal
homicide sky · this becrimsoned
globe for marbles · & scant mirth
the king totters · talks crazy
we fearfully eye · fat shelves
thunder crawls · in the cruel dark
Susan Howe's word squares. A glimpse of Hummingbird poetics.
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