October 1, 1983

Oedipus Exceeding

By Linda Gregg

Finally Oedipus came back. Returned as the old to the ancient. Found a stone and sat down. Blind and blinding. Slowly, people gathered around him, hesitant and horrified. He began. […]

October 1, 1983

On the Way

By Linda Gregg

to the party we see a lemon on the ground. The next morning doves fly before the sun has lit the pomegranate flowers. I look at the sky beyond the […]

October 1, 1983

Complete

By Linda Gregg

If death wants me, let it come. I am here in a room at night on my own. The pulsing and the crickets would go on. Everything and the tall […]

October 1, 1983

Not Saying Much

By Linda Gregg

My father is dead and there is nothing left now except ashes and a few photographs. The men are together in the old pictures. Two generations of them working and […]

October 1, 1983

White Light

By Linda Gregg

Waiting in a place where the cicadas turn the silence into something silver. Hot white light on the rocks. Laurel down by the spring. Holding myself still. Doing one thing […]

October 1, 1983

What Is Left Over

By Linda Gregg

There is silence after a city is destroyed the Russian woman told me. For those left, there are potatoes which might grow soon enough. No pigeons and no rats. All […]

January 1, 1982

Ray-Flowers: II

By James Dickey

II What could have slow-thrown me so vastly, So far, among surfing, softly-built distances, Somewhere in a sweeping, unobstructed Holding-pattern of lightness? Is this how I helped to cause Whole […]

January 1, 1982

The Lode

By James Dickey

                             Deborah’s Rain-Longing Flash-points deadening and twining With wall:                 rain, and its nailed smoke —Cobbled, snailing surfaces, Jammed drops at the dead-level stroke   gravity’s slow Secretional slashes on this house — […]

January 1, 1982

Deborah in Mountain Sound: Bell, Glacier, Rose

By James Dickey

Averaging-sound    Of space-thinning   space-harvesting metal—    Obsessional, the outstaying  Life-longing intervals, wherein,    Reasonless as cloud, the male's one luminosity                      is frozen    In a great winding winter-lust […]

January 1, 1982

Ray-Flowers: I

By James Dickey

I                 Deborah as Winged Seed,                 Descending with Others As when we all fell all day Consenting Sight-softening     space-massing Time-thickening     time-floating more Light  Unparallelled    aimlessness of    Mortality-haze     all noon, all afternoon I was […]