Monday, February 16, 2009
Michael Hartnett Remembered
Good piece in today's Irish Times by Michael Smith, Remembering Michael Hartnett
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Sandalwood comes to my mind
Carl Rakosi
from Excercises in Scriptural Writing
Sandalwood comes to my mind
when I think of you
and the triumph of your shoulders.
Greek chorus girls came to me
in the course of the day
and from a distance
Celtic vestals too,
but you bring me the Holy Land
and the sound of deep themes
in the inner chamber.
I give you praise
in the language
of wells and vineyards.
Your hand recalls
the salty heat of barbarism.
Your mouth is a pouch
for the accents of queens.
Your eyes flow over
with a gentle psalm
like the fawn eyes
of the woodland.
Your black hair
plucks my strings.
In the foggy wilderness
is not your heart
a hermit thrush?
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