Linear: drew accordingly origins: dry feathers turned in
Allegro’s sepulcher: amazons scourged at wanton steps:
epileptics let loose in the forests howling like beasts:
We remembered our names & in cool passion manned the shift.
Delphic oracle on the forehead: Tiresias on a crag screamed:
“Columns shall perish in the charge & dirge of massing tides!”
Storms thereupon broke & charlatans in monasteries genuflected:
Dead letters, names, Jordan scrolls, sestinas while a crown
Of blueblood O crept the fatal air, in search of Ananda’s way.
Adonai! Shrugging legendary dangers off, we lost our shoes
in the craft of rivers, then beat a path through the animals
To our burning homes. The journey was perilous.—Ambushes of
minds & this age that creates the hero’s limbs, magical fare:
The hour of angels strikes, anacondas ravage the old old sage!
From Personal, Impersonal, 1975