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Another AnatomyThis is an important book to me in that it marks a transition from the relatively realistic approach of my first three volumes to a more experimental style. The poems explore the imaginative resources of the body, its passageways to other times and places, other animals, other lives.
Eyes Across the desert’s dark body scraps of mica scatter sparks of moonlight— millions of mirrors, stars, eyes. Lying beside you, your body incandescent in sleep, I’m seen, I see— eyes in fingertips and skin, in hair, genitals, tongues, in the green silence of leaves outside our window, eyes in the hollow shell of a beetle found in a disregarded field, in the faces of childhood friends returning unbidden, asking for my hand, in the motionless cane of an old man murdered by soldiers while crossing a bridge. Eyes in purple verbena beside the road. |
