Robert Duncan Poems
|1.||Rites Of Passage Ii||4/17/2010|
|2.||Bending The Bow||4/17/2010|
|3.||A Little Language||4/17/2010|
|4.||A Poem Beginning With A Line From Pindar||4/17/2010|
|5.||What I Saw||4/17/2010|
|7.||Such Is The Sickness Of Many A Good Thing||4/17/2010|
|9.||An African Elegy||4/17/2010|
|10.||Passage Over Water||4/17/2010|
|11.||Poetry, A Natural Thing||4/17/2010|
|12.||My Mother Would Be A Falconress||1/20/2003|
|13.||Often I Am Permitted To Return To A Meadow||1/20/2003|
|14.||The Song Of The Borderguard||8/3/2003|
The Song Of The Borderguard
The man with his lion under the shed of wars
sheds his belief as if he shed tears.
The sound of words waits -
a barbarian host at the borderline of sense.
The enamord guards desert their posts
harkening to the lion-smell of a poem
that rings in their ears.
-Dreams, a certain guard said
were never designd so
to re-arrange an empire.
Along about six o'clock I take out my guitar
and sing to a lion
who sleeps like a line of poetry
in the shed of wars.
The man shedding his ...