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~from "New Vows"
"From this day forth to unhold,
to see the nothing in ringed gold,
uncare for you when you are old.
New vows you make me swear to keep -
not ever wake with you, or sleep,
or your body, with mine, worship;
this empty hand slipped from your glove,
these lips sip never from our loving cup,
I may not cherish, kiss; unhave, unlove..."

~from "Music"
...Do you think they cried, the children
who followed the Piper, when the rock
closed behind them forever; or cried never,
happy to dance to his tune, lost
in the music?
And the lame boy,
pressing his ear to locked stone
to carry an echo home in his head,
did he weep, alone, the melody gone? Tell me
who hasn't tossed a coin in a hat
for the busker on blues harmonica, heartbreak
in the rain;

~from "Cold"
...where it was cold when I woke in my room, the windows
blind with ice, my breath undressing itself on the air....

"Spell"

Yes, I think a poem is a spell of kinds
that keeps things living in a written line,
whatever's lost or leaving - lock of rhyme -
and so I write and write and write your name.

from "Luke Howard, Namer of Clouds"
"And knew
love goes naming,
even a curl of hair - thus, Cirrus.
Cumulus. Stratus. Nimbus."

"...Here is the evening, displayed then dropped to drift to the blazon of barley, bracken, Heather. Something is gifting this great gold gathering of cloud..." From "Moniack Mhor"

"Hard, too, Heavy to hold, the mountains; Burn of his neck and arms taking the strain - Andes, Himalayas, Kilimanjaro - Give him strength, he heaves them high..." From "Atlas"