VERSE
Carding, Robert
ROBERT CORDING ORCHARD The sun sinks toward winter. It falls into the horizon like a stone into water. The sky darkens: winter and evening come on together. At the black margin of the wood a...
...Palsied, twisted half around its firm body trembles with spasms of light, is spidered with insinuations of shadows.ns of shadows...
...A dim figure...
...A deer arbored in death, crotched in a cross of dark branches...
...An apple tree...
...At the black margin of the wood a deer, hurt with hunger, tenses...
...Fog demons the orchard...
...light returns like fatigue, heavy like the light inside a rotting barn...
Vol. 103 • May 1976 • No. 11
