Poetry:
Noord, Barbara Van
BARBARA VAN NOORD Between Seasons I. Ill. The moon hangs full in the...
...II...
...still innocent, find The innocent animals thirst only thirst, and the taste among the stones-so many, of regret on their tongues...
...The moon hangs full in the sky In the night, bright moonlight white and ripe as if to nod off in the blocks of the window or fall, full of light...
...This dangerous time between seasons Lot's wife, nameless, the moon hangs so full looking back as if the answer it may fall and break, lay behind her pulling the glance backward or something of what is gone to see whether its pieces could be retrieved...
...Frost heaves little fists It is no light thing and heels of rock to look back and harder still up out of the sleeping garden...
...BARBARA VAN NOORD Between Seasons I. Ill...
...so white-already accumulated in the garden...
...A woman turns only the moon fruits among silver stalks in the white sheets, that have wintered over...
...have, perhaps, already shattered...
...and again produce the future If nomadic beasts lick Lot's wife seems so long, the night so white, in passing, if the taste the moonlight white enough has hardened there, the beasts, to be salt upon the ground...
...as though truth could germinate right there and uproot her...
...with its private carelessness The wait for daylight to come call it by its accurate name...
...reveals the garden and woods, In the garden at the time between seasons its creatures...
...to revise nothing, face the face that stands, salted IV...
...cradling the saved seeds...
...In light, white enough to be snow Her years, bright and dark but no longer snow, with trepidation, winter over, the conscience of the garden wakes...
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...became bitterness Memories teeter like glass in her own form, on the bright window ledge...
...the landscape pillared with her salt...
Vol. 120 • April 1993 • No. 7
