Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Augury


High above
acres of heath
a wedge of birds
flew into the Sun.

I augured wonders,
unable to divine
the discrete gravity
of ditches.


2 comments:

  1. Anonymous6:03 AM

    One man's hell, is another's salvation. (On the other hand.. maybe it's the company you keep.)

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  2. Anonymous2:41 PM

    I don't think it's a sentimental piece about relationships in shorthand. It may be a statement about the narcissism of diminishing the wonder of our social nature and the sacralization of solitude.(Monks of various faiths---anti-social=inhumane-the intellectual ensconced in the written--the lonely artist, etc.)

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