Monday, March 30, 2020

Starting Up Again

The box on the corner is now in its 14th year--one new poem (at least) each month.  I haven't been using the blog for years, for a number of reasons.  I'm starting anew because of the Covid-19 pandemic.  It is not necessarily safe to be reaching into the box for a poem, as an average of 140 or so have each month, under the current circumstances.  So I have provided information on the exterior of the box to allow folks to find the poem here if they are interested to see what I have written.

The blog includes a beautiful watercolor of the box.  It is the work of Gabriel Campanario, the Seattle Sketcher, who publishes regularly in the Seattle Times.

This past month, as the seams of world order loosened, I was working at something completely unrelated.  A seasonal poem, with obvious inspiration from the Fascist poet Ezra Pound.  (Important poet, idiotic politics.)  Oh, well.  So one poem in two forms below:


Sōmer Ibēn Icŏmen



Hard-herted winter sōne passen

Ich ibēn wīnden mīn cōlden fāce

Thĕ air warmen whīle sŏmer ibēn icŏmen

Bēs and brĭddes taken to flīing

Bē fīnding flŏur, bĭrde fīnding bē



The softe sŏun of sŏmer ayēn-cŏming

Ich cŏnnen hēren this forest līves

Yŏng squireles behīnd mōder this night

Ich iben not mi-self al-ōn hēr



Rein softenen this păth

Mīn shō slīden adoun as ich clīmben this hil

Ich lōken bifōre face bifōre the wind

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The Summer Nears



The hard-hearted winter will soon pass

I expose my cold face to the wind

The air is warming as summer nears

Birds and bees take flight

Bee finding flower, bird finding bee



The soft sounds of summer are returning

I can hear this living forest

Young squirrels follow their mothers at night

I am not alone here



Rain softens the trail

My feet slip as I climb the hill

I look forward with the wind

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