Words and Wonders

This is a poem that has had an influence on my life ever since I read and studied it back in 2013. I simply had to share it because once again it has inspired me to keep on writing. Thank you Allen Curnow.

Continuum

ALLEN CURNOW

The moon rolls over the roof and falls behind

my house, and the moon does neither of these things,

I am talking about myself.

 

It’s not possible to get off to sleep or

the subject or the planet, nor to think thoughts.

Better barefoot it out the front

 

door and lean from the porch across the privets

and the palms into the washed-out creation,

a dark place with two particular

 

bright clouds dusted (query) by the moon, one’s mine

the other’s an adversary, which may depend

on the wind, or something.

 

A long moment stretches, the next one is not

on time. Not unaccountably the chill of

the planking underfoot rises

 

in the throat, for its part the night sky empties

the whole of its contents down. Turn on a bare

heel, close the door behind

 

on the author, cringing demiurge, who picks up

his litter and his tools and paces me back

to bed, stealthily in step.

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