the press of dark upon the eyelids—
and in the moment just after they open, the film
that shimmers, faint, around each thing.
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Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
the press of dark upon the eyelids—
and in the moment just after they open, the film
that shimmers, faint, around each thing.
In response to Via Negativa: Ad Man.
Robert Frost: The Death of the Hired Man
[Silas, if he could teach him …]
…..how to build a load of hay—
I know, that’s Silas’ one accomplishment.
He bundles every forkful in its place,
And tags and numbers it for future reference,
So he can find and easily dislodge it
In the unloading. Silas does that well.
He takes it out in bunches like big birds’ nests.
You never see him standing on the hay
He’s trying to lift, straining to lift himself.’
Every man who has ever used a “tool of ignorance”, knows the difference between the brute force of the tool and that delicate thing close by that is the purpose of the labor and the force of the tool… Anybody who ever gave a damn about anything, whether it’s a mattock or tweezers, knows the difference.