drought

[Roy Hobbs]

I intend, here, a variation, a way of looking
at blackbirds not tried before in the last hour.
The variation's name is called "Swinging On A
Gate," But that's justs the name is called, the
name really is "My Mother's Ginger Cakes," but
that's just its name--

it rreally is "Propinquity."

Yes, when images comes together in mutual pro-
poinquity they become linked.

.. and I think of.

drought

When everything dies
people turn to the sky.
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I was beat and discouraged resting on my stomach
when Annabel said, "Turn (over), to the sky."

Last Wednesday she said the same thing, but I was
standing up; but then I knew 'turn' was not a body
movement, but 'hope,' and when one hopes. one turns
to the sky.
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Forecasters dig deeper
into weeks for signs of life
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I think of PhD archeologists sweltering hot
in Tyrns (sp?) looking for signs of a landed
Atlantis, a place that never knew draught.
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as the blue has lost its charm.
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It's foggy day in London town and the British
Museum has lost its charm. When Sinatra sings
Jerome Kern's Ol Man River I know how water is
called the definitive archetype (fire is next),
nut that's just what water is called.

I know 'as'-- as used here-- is causal, placed
late (as Fowler says), as he is the supreme gram-
marian. But the reader didn't know the blue has
lost its charm.

Thank the Gods! The poet didn't write, "The blue
has lost its charm, as you know."
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been charted and dimmed,
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After work on a chart is finished and the charter-er
is weary and needs rest, he dims in body, especially
in eyesight-- and he dims the light, if not a turning
it out, entirely.
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and the clouds that appear
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And I'm back to Jerome Kern looking for that silver
lining and Judy Garland singing the song.
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pass away
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The Bible School, every Monday in the summer at the
New York Tabernacle. "This too shall pass away."
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to a ceremony of sunlight,
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The lesbians at Ephesus(one of the Seven Wonders) awake
to the sun and wonder if this is the day Penthesilea,
the Russian Amazon, arrives to be sanctified before she
travels on to Troy, there to be slain by Achilles.
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birdsongs, and empty bouquets.
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Here, (I can't help it) I think of Wordsworth who
said to a robin chasing a butterfly, "Love him, or leave
him alone."
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The flowers have lost their thirst,
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The British Museam has lost its charm.
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the trees their weight,
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I think of Bacon and his reprise of Ciceronian ellipses.
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the earth its roots,
the dust its chains.
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Still thinking of Bacon (and grits)

Thanks in advance for being a good sport.
rh