Warren Falcon

Warren Falcon (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

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Warren Falcon Poems

Autumn Haiku
Ars Poetica Redux Dying trees easily fall.. Poems, too, as ...
Brittle Goes The Bone for Ocean The animal we ...
Ellipses For The Newly Dead Co...
The Case For Love As Storm for Crimson Love This can ...
That Salt Adheres for Karthik that salt adheres to the ...
For All The Words Dished Up - ...

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From The Dusk Of My Ghost House The Ancient Hymns Have Overtones - Variant Excurcions Into Biography Of An Inner Life

THE PARADOX:

The form of spirit as it awakens is adoration. - Ludwig Wittgenstein

AND

Punished flesh leans into ground.

Our roots there ungrieved are ungrieved still.

I remain stuck in King James,
entangled in lyrical tongues,
Revelation's old virgin

***

Where have they gotten to
these graces clumsy on their feet?

They've fled, easy wings balletic toward ocean or other.
Black, they bob low over white waves, confuse themselves
for sails or Van ... more »

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Dear Low,

You did it. You left the trout behind.

Sunday the corn was cut down. Apple trees
in the nearby orchard were felled which explains
the screams ...
from ' 'Dear Low' - Upon His Leaving Remote Mountains For Manhattan, Circa 1981
Arriving late to love

the broken tower
mourns its ringing ruin.

Long drought of air
stills the clapper.

But one breath, Trembler,
from ' Annunciation- for Cesar Vallejo'
We lay together, two wrecks, Love,
wooden ships conjoined by forces
too great, too objective to blame.
We stretch beside a shoreline,
eels play in the one rib of our ...
from 'Here Come The Wild Birds Again - Poem For Painters & Poets'
This ancient tonguing
betrays some fault
disdaining the human world -

which occurred first,
the birthing or the wounding?

Abjuring flesh of nece...
from 'David To Jonathan, A Lost Psalm Recovered, Recent Translation, Circa 1978'
''and O this,
this midnight stagger,
nothing hurt but trembling
hand shaking to dryness,
the other leaning into yellow''
from 'Sleep Walk'