A Road Assumed
by Sarah Longlands
Index of titles
fragmentary arriving, leaving A fragmentary arriving, leaving, /
in long mornings not yet light / and in mornings long from sight,
/ recall as unfixed as a presentiment.
assumed, at one with nameless grainy dawn, / rain shining on
the roofs, and still too dark to read / whatever map is heldseems
long ago, inborn, /
but thats untrue. Sight makes miles: and all days bleed
/ as though torn out before their time
Evening air The local wind that habit vales / rise up
as the evening cools; / presences of movement only, / lives of
touch and voice / without a form
He finds his own belief uneasy to observe He
finds his own belief / uneasy to observe; / he stares, as at
a grief. / How it must unnerve // in dismantling! Not so. / He
has never known / how assumptions grow / until theyre thrown.
He hears meanings He hears meanings where others hear
/ an intermittent ruffling wind; / the disturbed waters rhyme
for him, / and, for him, the momentary change // of shadows speaks.
How imperative an edge The beginnings of a
journey; the platforms edge / an all-familiar token of
the traveller; the town / unknown now to his back; a high-walled
streets / approach lets silence stand alone.
How strange, how familiar Seen as strange, now: tomorrow
/ a taken in a landscape. Parts / of oneself as this. Most, perhaps.
Increments, decrements Awareness treads in steps, no matter
how / the surface seems to glide: at once / the windows
lighter than it was, / the sun is at the sill
what medium is the flight of thought? In what medium is the
flight of thought? / I can say no more than the evening thrush
/ who marks the cooling of the afternoon / with his high-wall
song. I cant give purpose / where it bears no case; nor
can the fluid / sentence of his notes define my hearing / of
Old blackbird Old blackbird, / meagre-feathered, / watchman
of first-light / whose endless winters / muteness is not
far / you know this: / it is in your song.
Opaque, complex Opaque, complex / from the outside; /
simple / singleness, / the centre.
Summers mortally aware at the days end Summers
mortally aware at the days end. / Evening brings the scent
of elders lonely / by the stream in tiny-flowered fullness; shades
/ darker than the leafless darks of winter days / draw beneath
the banks of bloom. Yet the scent / is weightier than passing
time the stillness on the air / a loaded presage filling
dusk: and part-elsewhere.
The less upon the mind, the day grows long The
less upon the mind, the day / grows long, knowing little / of
itself. A speculative width, / window-shaped upon a wall / held
out at arms length: tall / chimneys corbelled shades
/ lie sawn upon the terraced roofs, / and move.
The sun upon the curve of sea and the light day floats
The hands that hold the unformed day now let it go. / He
stays ashore to watch the star-set, magnitude / n magnitude until
the low-horizoned wanderer remains. / The sun upon the curve
of sea and the light day floats.
wheel turns from sky to track In thinking that it travels straight / it revolves
about a heaviness unseen. / As evening comes, a cadence changes
/ echoes once unheard / are clear.
The Traveller Bare room, night-arousal in an unseen flow
/ of air, he asks the night which is about to go: // Where is
it, this place which you move to be? / Specific places
dont mean much to me.
Through the lancets void Through the lancets
void / falls starlight, on the floor, / the silent room buoyed
/ up by night, idea of a door / unknown.
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