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M.L. Harvey
Glimpse
(with translation to French)
glint down
off, off
from angular eye
it happens to be you
happens in your eye
one cannot hide it
one cannot hide
a feather lands
on the porch
a single feather
what bird, what sky
what mind to read
the lunar facts
of the eye
the path is clear
far ahead, in a wind
the leaves may crackle
leaving the ear
a crackle, but that
lovely hue
its spark, its spink
the air is left
within the border
of midday
without bright sun
sliding
through our hair
a note from a clarinet
Aperçu
Éclair en bas
loin de, loin de
d'œil anguleux
il se trouve que c'est vous
il se produit dans les yeux
on ne peut pas le cacher
on ne peut pas se cacher
une plume atterr
sur le véranda
une plume seule
quel oiseau, quel ciel
quel esprit à lire
les faits lunaires
des yeux
le sentier est clair
loin en avant, dans un vent
les feuilles puissent crépiter
donnant les oreilles
un crépitement, rien de plus
sa etincelle et dégagément
une teinte charmante
l'air reste
dans le bord
de midi
sans soleil brilliant
glissant
au travers des cheveux
une note d'une clarinette
Along the Nile
Your introspections are complete.
Blue-purple grass covers hippopotamus mouth.
Sky gray dappled swans emerge from below.
The sky grows greenish at its edges.
Hail larger than a man's eye splatters each swan.
Pink ointment from a past where color
ruled like a queen oozes across the lake.
Little fissures stream across across the sky
as on a crazy glass paperweight.
Fragile as hell, the sky breaks up
into magenta and orange slivers.
Naked Sin chases Naked Danger.
The Necklace
After the swelter, it rained. I've forgotten what I was thinking . . . .
I can't want every voice to come back exactly as it was
even though I sit in my rocker looking out over the city
and the clouds hang from an invisible string like a necklace.
This knowledge that behind the leaves roadways branch
implies that nothing is settled. What was may come again.
And too, it may not. We have only a handful of dropped petals
fulfilling the function of old flowers, and the tv news
tides us over, perhaps, until suddenly the chair becomes real,
the trees reach higher, and silent cars trace hidden paths.
Once is there again and our voices lead us on fatefully
to an easy experience in the damp, heated summer air.
I let the music slip through the leaves of hanging plants
and it fades into the trees. Summer is one moment past.
Distant drummers beat autumn away for a few seconds.
Burrowing begins, around the corner of the house.
Right-Wing Extremists
mynah birds
crawl topside
in the
leprosy of
the police
while Christ's
wafers
drip with
saliva
Naked Danger stops, gives a little shiver.
Sin swoons and Danger gives her a pinch.
Holy Delight flattens them with a flyswatter.
Food Sources
sun dark
raisin eggs
permeate
your flowery
skirt
while
teeth spun
from orange
thread
bite
your nipples
a soft
eyeball winks
at me from
under a
foam saucer
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