Weather PictureTr. Robin Fulton.
The October sea glistens coldly
with its dorsal fin of mirages.
Nothing is left that remembers
the white dizziness of yacht races.
An amber glow over the village.
And all sounds in slow flight.
A dog's barking is a hieroglyph
painted in the air above the garden
where the yellow fruit outwits
the tree and drops of its own accord.
Not what I expected from T.T. at all, for some reason. Which book is this from?
ReplyDeleteSecrets on the Way, included in the volume I acquired, The Great Enigma: New Collected Poems.
ReplyDeleteI like the last verse especially. Haven't delved deeply into the book.