Warren Falcon

Gold Star - 4,683 Points (04/23/52 - xxxx / Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA)

Warren Falcon
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From the Encampment of Heart Strife, Variant Excurcions Into Biography

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 Goghs or Cezannes, even Twomblys so
steady they go away or depending on time of day and
slant of sun they wobble or appear to do so when things
even birds are bent mirage-podge-and-puddle-trajectories
of intent, instincts prevailing so, woven, they have went,

their patience with the city spent.

They're fled. Gone.

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    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 ...
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  • 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'
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