Broken Distances

Even the geese ( I think ) can tell, spent into

billward distances,

through broken and broken distances, unfathomable

and scarcely

measureable refinements, while I must seem less,

be less,

imagining a meal to share, even as ends of Ramadan

chores

turn murderous, and less, be less, thinking of the spices,

seasonings,

of the c

and suddenly enough, I think, instructional, as this slope,hicken tonight, and of the clear chilled water,

chilled and integral,

and suddenly enough, I think, instructional, as this slope,

this spill,

where the pipes peek through, where stones absorb

the run

from farmed or factory properties, with ends of miles

everywhere,

for twenty, thirty or forty years surprising, home

to your own

thrilled eyes and heart’s reiterations, as if everywhere

were now discernment

and responding, as the timely’s put away, and love,

imperishably

brought to bear, considers the will to concentrate,

the twilight

let be, as our own good God enjoins our interest,

whatever

the logic then, undertaken then, disarmed

by all

the desire in becoming, all the creations

counted,

and     counted on     for

sharpening.

 

Over 750 of Robert Lietz’s poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Sweden and U.K, including Agni Review, Antioch Review, Carolina Quarterly, Epoch, The Georgia Review, Mid-American Review, The Missouri Review, The North American Review, The Ontario Review, Poetry, and Shenandoah.  Seven collections of poems have been published, including Running in Place (L’Epervier Press,). At Park and East Division ( L’Epervier Press,) The Lindbergh Half-century (L’Epervier Press,) The Inheritance (Sandhills Press,) and Storm Service (Basfal Books).  Basfal also published After Business in the West: New and Selected Poems .

Robert has completed several print and hypertext (hypermedia) collections of poems for publication, including Character in the Works: Twentieth-Century Lives, West of Luna Pier, Spooking in the Ruins, Keeping Touch,  and Eating Asiago & Drinking Beer. 

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