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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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A SKETCHED LIFE

 

Like a feather

a light nothing

hardly kept by

this frail blue thorn

 

Is it Wozzeck ?

Is it Virgil ?

In what life was

this tiny fire

its smooth Apocalypse

 

this body with

its hands at last

and the brief heart

of the last spark ?

 

Mist is sketching

the world the tree

The blood is slow

and the dog knows

 

Even the words

say to us no

Tell me how long

have the tales slept

 

How long

have we lived

from being so frail ?


—Raymond Farina



NOMADISM

I know death                                                                                                                                                            your child’s face

your sleep

with subtle signs

your Egypt

out of time

 

Tenderness I remain

your shy pupil

I write on the horizon

my illegible swallows

 

Anonymous stellar

I refine in my deserts

the trace of my traces


—Raymond Farina