It is your eyesight Now astigmatic now not That lets me see you
Author archives: pasdelasbas
Light breaks through the trees In heaven, it winds and whispers One way to know that
Chainsaws in the woodsSounds of Tibetan trumpetsSun just like the moon
This dry summer and the Earth is cracked Opening rifts around the more recent Graves where my mother and sister are buried So riven and shrunken the soil Their headstone rocks to my weight and There is nothing to depend upon Yet still I’ll tarry Sketch the scene Walk the churchyard Wonder at the Cypresses …
time
when you find out about time it’s time to see it is neither good nor bad yes, it’s a long time and it’s no time so don’t complain about God being good
When at Cambridge
When at Cambridge I was bound by urgent torments of prejudice. Not just the fears of status jealously desired but immeasurable views, a paralax of shadows, a chiaro-scuro of moorish taste. He fat, she common, he wrong, she right. Always a frame like a butcher evaluating, scouring the block. The memoried practiced eye weighing his …
I’ve heardMetaphors like HaikusTrip up
Meeting Each themselves recognises in the otherThat which the other’s eye alone can see
Be here when you’re here.Be there when you’re there.But never leave here.
Behind Words is some thing.I thought itThe moon over Mosborough.