Deborah Cox Poems
- The Boatman (In Hiroshige's ‘e...
- 19 And Pregnant, Durham Her castle walls are falling: ...
- Green Glass Colouring glass, green light's unmoving that ...
- Kiss The folds in his neck are sorer, hotter, wetter,
- Honeymoon With Michaelangelo's... Nobody traced a sonnet ...
- Still Life Salt has turned to sand and shelled out ...
- Birth The waters break as a life writ in water
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The Boatman (In Hiroshige's ‘evening Shower At Ohashi Bridge, Atake')
Fissures fall as a deluge
straight from a pitch-black sky;
criss-crossing water is amplified
by the rain-drenched seeking refuge
when a sullen rush without a sound
- there is such a hush within -
seems to crash upon his hollowed head
this solitary din:
wood footsteps drum the wood;
shafts splash to their own width;
deep's cry to deep is understood
as the crossing becomes a bridge
between the line that glides, his raft,
the one within his hand
and the ones that guide...