Josephine Jacobsen Poems
|1.||The Birthday Party||2/21/2017|
|4.||The Sea Fog||2/21/2017|
|6.||Language As An Escape From The Discrete||2/21/2017|
|7.||Let Each Man Remember||2/21/2017|
|8.||Cul de Sac||2/21/2017|
|9.||We Pray Most Earnestly||2/21/2017|
|10.||In The Crevice Of Time||2/21/2017|
Comments about Josephine Jacobsen
At night, alone, the animals came and shone.
The darkness whirled but silent shone the animals:
The lion the man the calf the eagle saying
Sanctus which was and is and is to come.
The sleeper watched the people at the waterless wilderness' edge;
The wilderness was made of granite, of thorn, of death,
It was the goat which lightened the people praying.
The goat went out with sin on its sunken head.
On the sleeper's midnight and the smaller after hours
From above below elsewhere there shone the animals
Through the circular dark; the cock ...