Poetry from Lost Roads PublishersFive poems from Heart Into Soil
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Zone There's water here, the garden opens Singing, you wear your red skirt Summer is a pattern of flowers on your sash Days pass as you turn. Birds fold their wings ten thousand ways All this time I'm far from home Along the road, wheat fields breathe from their broad lungs, the land sends out clear noises. All this time, I'm trying to get across it Soil circles earth I've a thousand expressions to display my yellow face Wheat fields hum a song --in the East There's steel. Highways cut through what used to be fields Jazz bleats in the shadow of high buildings There, the homeless find wheat fields in their dreams At the blast of ten trumpets a new continent arises and the sea rolls the passion of sex. In the East the voice of home breaks up each day. I cover my face sobbing among ruins Still I try to track the zone I dream of. On my way seeing my youth, seeing middle age mounting me like two sharp and shiny rib bones hampering my breath here on western land I find that any direction I walk, every impulse whatever points clearly, unambiguously towards--China Di home page
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