Reading Bobin's
A Killer White as Snow
present surely, but with time attached
the first record of time
a long taproot
feeding him
So between porcelain washing-up and dragonflies
I spy Pascal,
Racine
the Tridentine Mass,
an ancient lullaby
and premonitions of Japan
In Chopin
notes on the wind
find Golgotha
and tiny feet
seeping into
"clock death"
and "consummate vagrant"
weeds find place and peace
Bach's a peasant again in the swale
tales of donkeys dozing over icons
Pascal's pause
we write not against of for
simply to
feel
at one and broken again
when really this is so short
this sweet moment
your mother dies
and I will die too
as you did
when looking into the coypu's eyes
suprised by pools of knowing
all around us knowing
more than even the wisest among us
Montaigne
was an everlasting essay in
the inescapable indifference
of time
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the deer lost a leg to a car
bleeding bleeding
it is suffering
that preys upon us
more heavily than death
bleeding on the road
he cupped your dazed and frightened face in his hands
and cried
I died before you did
reborn to this life
suffering begins and ends here
The deer bled to death as we wept.
Kept going, the deer, into eternity.
Bless him
and his tiger's heart
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"Graves are opening one by one like flowers.
The soul is a young tiger
bounding over death."
- A Killer As White As Snow - Christian Bobin
