At an un-emitting diode…
Why should I climb the look out?
At sixteen you departed,
You went into far Ku-to-Yen, by the river of swirl-
Rihaku, trans. Ezra Pound, from “The River-Merchant’s Wife: a Letter”
O Impatience, when your wizard reads
his clouded crystal globe,
to tell the worst or best of news
yet says, “We wait.”
Work sent My Lady,
you, to Fayette County, by round way of rural roads.
Worry sours the taste of thoughts by touch,
so that one hour grows heavy in the seconds we would munch
turned to minutes by my beauty’s company late for lunch.
Focus on a floor of wood savored by the sun;
which birds are speaking through the teeth of maples?
A robin tiptoes on talons poked by pine nettles.
A mourning dove sings.
Set the temperature of four-hundred on the oven.