Robert Duncan Poems
|1.||A Poem Beginning With A Line From Pindar||4/17/2010|
|2.||Rites Of Passage Ii||4/17/2010|
|3.||What I Saw||4/17/2010|
|5.||A Little Language||4/17/2010|
|6.||Passage Over Water||4/17/2010|
|7.||Such Is The Sickness Of Many A Good Thing||4/17/2010|
|9.||Poetry, A Natural Thing||4/17/2010|
|10.||An African Elegy||4/17/2010|
|11.||Bending The Bow||4/17/2010|
|12.||The Song Of The Borderguard||8/3/2003|
|13.||My Mother Would Be A Falconress||1/20/2003|
|14.||Often I Am Permitted To Return To A Meadow||1/20/2003|
Often I Am Permitted To Return To A Meadow
as if it were a scene made-up by the mind,
that is not mine, but is a made place,
that is mine, it is so near to the heart,
an eternal pasture folded in all thought
so that there is a hall therein
that is a made place, created by light
wherefrom the shadows that are forms fall.
Wherefrom fall all architectures I am
I say are likenesses of the First Beloved
whose flowers are flames lit to the Lady.
She it is Queen Under The Hill
whose hosts are a disturbance of words within words
that is a field folded.
It is only a dream of the ...