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Graham Lindsayonline works |
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Hongi the hundred; Two great lines in the Shadow of wind. On the porch The yellow bulb Supplants twilight – Entrance the kai Open the beds Talk late Sleep. The two lines One moving one still; Seek out the hand, It is wrinkled It is young; The arm the face The eyes interacting, Two for two Heads incline, Meet press smear Once or again. From the stem Of throat phlegm Of nose a Plaintive ‘Aiii’ ‘Mmmm’ issues. Eyes retract wet, Hands shake Passing one on. The carved house Is there behold The glimpse strengthens; The joke the laugh Intervenes. Behold the hand The arm the face The eye; Hongi.
From Thousand-Eyed Eel (Taylors Mistake: Hawk Press, 1976) |
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