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 Capital of  the minimal
R o b   A l l a n


from Karitane Postcards
 

5

Houseflies find a way out fast
when I swish at them with the I Ching.
I need quiet to write
this postcard to you. I need a fight
if I’m to say something.
Now someone is singing as they come up the road
someone who wants to be in this poem.
Trees outside want an original translation
everything wants to understand
and it’s not in language yet
but what have I been expecting all this time?

Silence
the delight and foolish antics of the sages.
It’s here at Karitane that surf hits the stars
with loud spray
and the U.S.A. and the U.S.S.R. –
I get these messages like everyone else.
 

[Karitane Postcards, Hazard Press, 1991]



©  Rob Allan 2004


 


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