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3x = 3  

Autumn Tale | For Nails and Hammers | Remembrance and Guilt

Poems are the coefficient of X

 

 

 

 

a

AUTUMN TALE

A black cricket scrunches under a leaf / Lying red and spent on the county trail. / Giants of earth stride by, calamitously.

Narratives rise wherever autumn leads: / Safe havens are illusions of Darwin’s world.

 

Autumn Tale | For Nails and Hammers | Remembrance and Guilt

 

 

 

 

 

b

FOR NAILS AND HAMMERS

Cut the overhanging branches, / carpenter; the holly tree / has grown beyond its proper space. / It must yield so you can swing / your hammer at the leaking shakes.

Nature’s numbing arrogance / we can’t abide, unless we wish / again for foraging in grass, / unless we slacken and forget / that nails and hammers shape our fate.

 

Autumn Tale | For Nails and Hammers | Remembrance and Guilt

 

 

 

 

c

REMEMBRANCE AND GUILT

We lie in the labyrinth. / We have stones for pillows. / It is not that we died. / We ceased to become.

We drink from mute waters. / We eat dried berries. / We are silent like salt.

We are living between, / in the zone of remembrance and guilt.

Autumn Tale | For Nails and Hammers | Remembrance and Guilt

 

15 November 2003  Richard P. Richter