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Rodney Pybus

Fall 1985

Out of the Blue

By Rodney Pybus

For a time her world is what she reads, she grasps it in both hands. Must appearances always cheat? The scene looks clarified of human error, of all we used […]

Fall 1985

Black Pansies

By Rodney Pybus

Dark holes in the blue blaze of every day’s sky-inflected flowers, they spread nothing of cheer like the blithe tricolor heart’s-ease. Under the nodding hours of columbines they flutter their […]

Spring 1983

Now She Sleeps

By Rodney Pybus

Now she sleeps, my little one. I can give at least this present tense, an active mood. Among all the males of the line I’d hoped there was one who […]

Spring 1983

Fractures

By Rodney Pybus

tacitae per amica silentia lunae VIRGIL I Tacit night. This truth is not more friendly than moon-struck silence: I am traced and ghosted by a face I have never seen […]

Spring 1983

Effigy

By Rodney Pybus

The days are not divided. I watch, agnostic father and afraid. Your mother’s hand gently strokes your face, shapes the setting wax, as light as winds in summer on contours […]

Spring 1983

Eclipse

By Rodney Pybus

And since death must be the Lucina of life . . .* SIR THOMAS BROWNE She had her mother’s way of looking but she does not see the light lowers, […]

Summer 1981

Loveless Times

By Rodney Pybus

From The Loveless Letters Dear, distant wife, here the bell does not call us to think on the divine, leaning on the dark wood of childhood in clean and singing […]

Summer 1981

Loveless Leaving

By Rodney Pybus

From The Loveless Letters Dear, distant wife, soon no longer distant: my masters have spoken to swivel my world again and I’ll trade in this gaudy pang of distance for […]

Summer 1981

Parting Present

By Rodney Pybus

From The Loveless Letters The years are replaced and petrify. Some distant percolation of rain-forest like a dream still there in daylight has given me this polished five-sided talisman: a […]