A Literalist Poem by Robin Blaser
A Literalist
The root and mirror
of a plant
its shape
and power familiar
iris
the light is disturbed by
the boxwood leaves
shining
rosemary
green, unblossoming
(the earth is too damp)
the eye catches
almost a tune
the moth in the piano
wherein
unhammered
the air rings with
an earlier un
ease of the senses
disturbed ( by Mrs. Arpan,
wife of a sailor
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