"I am 3/4ths Canadian, and one 4th New Englander - I had ancestors on both sides in the Revolutionary war." - Elizabeth Bishop
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Thursday, February 8, 2018

DON DU POÈME

И слабым голосом страданий и любви 
Шепнешь ли бедному творению: «Живи»?

(1.) XIII


Land lies in water.
Mendacious and envious,
it is shadowed green.

(2.) XVII


Tired Seawall Inn:
its sign maker knew too well
land lies in water.

(3.) XVIII


A wedding's theories
are like this old brass rubbing:
it is shadowed green.

(4.) L

餵鳥

Balcony breakfast
(thimble of coffee and crumb),
A scabby lakefront.

(5.) LI

旅行問題

Freighter. Towelette lef
t (the little we get for free)
moist on the tea tray.

(6.) LXII

一個藝術

Where it was, you meant
to travel: were it only
a YMCA,
the wryest Athenaeum
still left in all Wyoming.

(7.) LXXXIV

拂晓

Its otherness ahead,
moonlight on a tidal pool,
the sea and its shore.

(8.) XCIII


If A cheats whomever,
B shares the consequences.
We have come this far.

(9.) XCIV

螺旋桨豆豆

Another drab day.
This year our hats will need a
rotary headband.

(10.) CIV


The true Everglades
spread far beyond the bounds of
regulated verse.

(11.) CXVI

誤讀的地圖

The sea level map's
netted surfaces, red as
the maple's leaves.

(12.) CXLVI

冬季馬戲團

The Winter Circus,
elephant withers cinctured,
ends with its season.

(13.) CXLVIIIa

朝の曲

Occasional verse.
But aren't we all? Homemade.
Laconic. At sea.

(14.) CCLII

千鳥

Bright faery hue: rose-
edged amethyst at dawn,
February eighth.

(15.) CCLVIII

一個藝術
for M.A.D.

Was the day chosen?
Wound afresh with red birthday
ribbon, frozen creeks.

(16.) CCLXXXIII

松島

Valid otherness:
a white violet's hardness
over the islands.

(17.) CCXCIII

伊丽莎白·毕肖普
in memory of Elizabeth Bishop

So many the hats
she exchanged for essentials:
asthma, honesty.

(18.) CCCVIII

美国国会

Quockerwodgers all,
hanging on words they dangle
from their tangled strings.

(19.) CCCXII

哲学

Zen gets you nowhere.
Poetry? No more than a
wheezy song en route.

(20.) CCCLXVIII

兔子

The deft horned owl
sinks its talons in my back.
The end of the world.

(21.) CCCLXXXV


Now the mourning doves,
renowned once for moving South,
return North unknown.

(22.) CD

旅行問題
in memory of Elizabeth Bishop

And here, or there... No.
One herder meets another,
their cattle mingle.

(23.) CDXVII

捕夢網
In memory of Elizabeth Bishop

Fraught with art and creed
handcrafted, aught, Writer, but
your sonnet. Caught. Freed.

(24.) CDLXIV

工人

Puddles of moon fish,
an inch of dim smoke swabbing
the main deck gunnels.

(25.) CDLXXIV

騷客

Perfectly useless,
the amputee's shoemaker
doesn't give a fig.

(26.) CDLXXXII

沙錢

Sand dollar bezels
scant steps from the horizon:
cold stars and planets.

(27.) DVII

在青苔
for EAAB

Slow-witted, owlish
eyes half-veiled in the moonlight.
Wild white violets.

(28.) DVIII

for EAAB

Ale house. Weepy remorse.
Lying awake and knowing
somewhere you're asleep.

(29.) DXIV

布雷顿角高地国家公园

How unlike Borglum's
narcosynthesis these rocks,
lichens, gray moonbursts.

(30.) DXVI

西門·馬吉斯

Helen's valley forge.
Golden apple smell once more,
lovely hell-green flames.

(31.) DXXXVI

三次

Cockerel checklist
digged out of the bight's sea chest.
Click. Click. Goes the dredge.

(32.) DXXXVIII

遲來的感謝

The bromeliads
long gone, I don't dare write you
in herbalist mode.

(33.) DLVIII

文音
電報

"RIVER VERY BIG"
(any verb very rigid)
"MISS YOU VERY MUCH."

(34.) DCXXIII

冷泉

This spring, too, is flawed:
now tumbling over itself,
now slinking forward.

(35.) DCXLVI

极光

Bubbles intersect:
the sensible BBC
utters foxfire truths.

(36.) DCXCI

物の哀れ

Solitary clouds,
each aware of the others
covering its sky.

(37.) DCCLXXIV

旅行的問題

Never to have heard
the sound of your heart beating —
surely a pity.

(38.) DCCCVIII

多毛海棠

Putative doily,
all too thick with grey crochet —
Life is a taboret.

(39). CMXXXVII

羅盤點

Jay North, Clint Eastwood,
Robert Southey, Adam West:
"Dear, my compass still — "

(40.) CMXLII

夏季雪

Gouts of Bishop's Weed:
ivory-edged, green-centred,
Snow-on-the-Mountain.

(41.) CMLXXIX

大帳篷

Ample-roofed bandstand,
shielding the politicians'
abandoned platforms.

(42.) CMLXXX

Дар ума

Life is a gömböc:
homogeneous, convex,
mono-monostatic.

(43.) CMLXXXII

晶洞

Ladders. Lattices.
Let us let ice floes crumble,
faceted within.

(44.) M

常識

We have come this far:
the senses are five heartaches,
meadows mown too close.

(45.) MLXVI


World of our knowing
our knowledge tastes of window
sills, panes, and rain drops.

(46.) MCXXV

喘息

The cool damp night mist
leaves me gasping for my breath,
hanging on my words.

(47.) MCXXXIII

おくのほそ道

Just after breakfast
— book half-unread, coffee drunk —
a trail of bread crumbs.

(48.) MCLIII

一藝術

One last narrative.
One final journey elsewhere.
Travel is an art.

(49.) MCLIX

討論會

The rain goes on and on,
but which inane waterfall
is it speaking of?

(50.) MCXCI

我们去哪

Questions of travel
fall — soft, stolen, aquiver —
by the wayside now.

(51.) MCCCXV

Три бабушки

"It is what it is."
"It has always been this way."
"What will be, will be."

(52.) MCCCXVII


A dim, acrid smell
of skunk in Ontario,
a Maritime laugh.

(53.) MCCCXLVII

Après nous le déluge

Conjunction Junction
barely made the connection
between and and and

(54.) MCDIII

邏輯學家

From all the dangers —
either/or and neither/nor
— in reason save us.

(55.) MCDXXXII

沒有

Buds and bells and stars:
whether or not we know them,
they know their own names.

(56.) MCDXXXV

О Благодати

At ten after ten
breakfast on the balcony.
Why am I so blessed?

(57.) MDXXIX

歡樂

Sandra will be here soon.
Coffee with friends, Great Village,
lots to talk about.

(58.) MDXXXI

樺樹陰影
for Sandra Barry

Rude lattice of leaves,
their shadows the true Citadel's
true dialectic.

(59.) MDXL

太晚了

Lighter ironies,
these fish lore elegances,
esprits d'escalier.

(60.) MDXLV

万葉集

A myriad leaves
poets shiftless as ever
too lazy to count

(61.) MDXCIV

一成不變

They have not changed much:
the moon, the stars, these poems —
Still, I look at them.

(62.) MDCXXIII

約翰·柯川

Making the music
entrance from inside the heart
two bronze lions flank.

(63.) MDCXLIII


Never to have pressed
an ear to chest to listen
to a heart beating.

(64.) MDCXLV


They are never real,
however they might wind up,
tangled or dangling.

(65.) MDCCLXXXIX

評論
for Tom Hastings

Who would not be pleased
as punch drunk from a haiku
plastered paper hat?

(66.) MDCCCLXX

義眼

We have come so far:
"This you may not see or say."
Now we would give up
our eye teeth to hear once more:
"Look your infant sight away."

(67.) MCMXXXIV

鯖魚的天空

Scissors. Window pane.
A dazzling dialectic
facets tin-roofed sky.

(68.) MCMXXXVIII

Plus ça change
for Sandra Barry and Laurie Gunn

New old kitchen stove:
the power has been shifted,
the oil is ordered.

(69.) MCMLII

千羽鶴

Flatfooted union
of pinion, wing, and beak —
sleeping standing up.

(70.) ENVOI

Yes

Birth and life and death:
wherever situated,
the same indrawn breath.

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