untorn and yet not whole
untorn and yet not whole this mothcloth sky unpatched by cloud pounds forth it's heavy fist of focus clear sharp lines of trees loom large and more than tree waiting for dawn to change their mien to something not sheer line and black something more a tree
Jonathan (son #3) said,
29 June 2006 at 1:15 pm
A slightly altered version of this poem appears, in a separate notebook, undated, under the title this is no night for poets
Jonathan (son #3) said,
1 November 2011 at 11:38 am
This appears again, as below, apparently from memory, titled (night), without the extra spacing as above, on the second page of the notebook described in (elegy). (petals fall) version 3 also appears on this page, undated, but apparently also written from memory or copied on 5/3/00 as the preceding and following pages are dated.
(night)
untorn and yet not whole
this mothcloth sky unpatched by cloud
pounds forth its heavy fist of focus
clear sharp lines of trees
loom large and more than tree
waiting for dawn to change their mien
to something not sheer line and black
something more a tree
5/3/00
And petals from the flowers fall « Words of My Father said,
1 November 2011 at 11:44 am
[...] 3, apparently from memory. appears on the second page of the notebook described in (elegy) below (night)] (petals fall) petals from the flowers fall thin ghosts of the i promise all of spring that summer [...]