Walt Ostrander Poems

I.

In all sight touch taste smell
I have known you.
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Concerning Our Weary Limbs
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I like to think of smoke as
Serpents making clever
Up-front
Decisions about where to squirm next
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If Faustian souls are made of
Some kind of material
(like denim or plaid or maybe bone)
Perhaps then invasions will pass in secret
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In response to the imagist:
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He felt there was no decision more important:
He took off his straw hat.
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Outrages! Outrages!
But for the sky our muscles ache in pleasure
And in the corn our sunlit sweat smells sweet
A softer left eye
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With what resonating mystery
Do strings sound through the gallery?
Eight strong hands with fingers wise
Did I watch with unwavering eyes.
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O delicate instrument of patience
That sews herself the seeds of life
Two by two behind her past.
Thou answers only with silence as
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O sweet envelopment of vine,
Warming me heavily with (wonder) damp
Lilacs and soft dew underneath my feet;
I am nakedly clothed by the rain from your bow
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