Dailies 4/28/17: a seagull, a trepidatious greeting to Spring, seemingly ineffable things, & love’s last number



Kim Roberts – American Herring Gull 

Down from the shower’d halo,
Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive,
Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
From the memories of the bird that chanted to me … ”
—From “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking” by Walt Whitman

Beneath a lazy whiptail of cloud,
Beneath that flimsy arc of white,
Under an eighth-month moon,
Where the strand arcs too in a mirror of sky
And each particle of sand grips inward tight and fetal

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Robert Lax – Greeting to Spring (Not Without Trepidation)

Over the back of the Florida basker,
over the froth of the Firth of Forth,
Up from Tahiti and Madagascar,
Lo, the sun walks north.

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Mark Yakich – Things Said To Be Ineffable

A book decorates
A nightstand

And a body
Decorates a bed.

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Christopher Howell – Love’s Last Number

for Emma, in memoriam

She was four years old when she told me
the children at her daycare had been arguing
over which was greater, infinity (pronounced
“finity”) or the last number.

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