Stars disperse

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Stars disperse 

That snow too
comes from the sun
oxygen and hydrogen
the stuff of life
from the same
building blocks

and stars disperse
and the universe
falls apart

and infinity occurs
in time and time
is itself timeless

imagine tiny pockets of time
encapsulated in balloons
slowly being released
into space

and you and I strolling
through Berlin’s
Weihnachtsmarkt 
an der Gedächtniskirche
eating piping hot bratwurst
as December snow
flurried all around us

even our love that day
the fact that we loved
came from the sun

John Lyons

Second ode

Second ode

In the dark drift of night
           you are there beside me :
we have survived the many
           moon-marked phases of our love

and many a sober truth
           has been told
many a subtle confidence
           exchanged

Not a single day
           can be detained
much less a year
           and we who have risen up

from the soil are bound
           by its inexorable rule
and yet we lie together
           adrift in the dark night

substantial in our affections
           a love deeper than the silence
of winter roses and of a beauty
           more enduring

John Lyons

Ode

Ode

I am old
           or at least
older than I was :
           wisdom and virtue
have eluded me
           all my life

my talents
           such as they are
have amounted
           to naught

my body weak
           my throat parched
how the memory
           of her kind words
on her moist lips
           and of her un-
seasoned love
           hangs heavy
in my heart

John Lyons

Lorine Niedecker

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Lorine Niedecker

Lorine Niedecker was born in 1903 in Fort Atkinson, Wisconsin, and lived in this wilderness area for most of her life. Her isolation from other writers and the beauty of her natural surroundings had a profound impact on her work. Niedecker chose to write in seclusion, and many of her closest relatives and neighbors were unaware that she was a poet. She had a brief relationship with the poet Louis Zukofsky in New York, but apart from that she continued to live in relative obscurity. In later years she was befriended by the British poet, Basil Bunting, the author of Briggflats, and one-time disciple of Ezra Pound; but for much of her life she lived in poverty, earning her living as a cleaning lady in a Fort Atkinson hospital. Since her death on 31 December 1970, her reputation as one of the most significant American poets of the 20th century has grown enormously. At the core of her writing are terse observations of her rural environment: the birds, trees, water and marshland that surrounded her.


For a selection of Lorine Niedecker’s poems see http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/lorine-niedecker#about


 

John Lyons