The Abandoned House

First Poems

 

I

Each room melts,

And fades into another.

They are pages of an album

In which pictures are

Too many

And too old.

1969

 

II

Sun and moon will stare

Upon the walls until

They crumble to the floor.

 

More cobweb fingers

Blindfold every window,

And they seal shut each door.

1972

 

Fragment

Dust is gathering.

It is thickening upon a window:

In this room the day is dark.

Days are floating

Through the moon light

To lie gathered in the Stills,

Vacant and unused.

1972

 

III

This place is rarely noticed.

Little is of interest.

The house stands like a headstone

Heavy winds read white

And smooth.

1969

 

IV

The house is

A head stone

Wind burns white

And smooth.

1972

 


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