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[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 6

[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 6

at this time of a winter’s day one can see
the light turn & begin to flake & burn 

& while it’s a turn I always notice
something far away changes key

there is no perfect
line except the wrackline

which is infallible
it’s too cold to do

anything complicated
come to bed     come to bed     come to bed

•for April I will try to work out one page of a draft per day from a long poem in sections of 10 pages each

•first two lines are from J.A. Baker’s The Peregrine, entry for 21 December

3 thoughts on “[untitled yule tide]— draft, page 6

  1. omg! we were just talking about The Peregrine last night because Werner Herzog was reading it aloud in his master class. (Imagine him reading it aloud! He was also reading from the Edda and talking about how filmmaking is like poetry because you just demonstrate the glory of the subject instead of explaining things.)

    1. omg! I would love to hear him read it! this winter was I could not make my mind do anything, I read the December pages from The Peregrine (hence this poem) & it was a soft relief, like something beautiful for tired eyes

  2. I want to read this book now! Also when it’s too cold to do anything complicated it’s time to get under the electric blanket!

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