Academic journal article Chicago Review


Academic journal article Chicago Review


Article excerpt

for Lisa Robertson

owed much to a

golden russet

leeks in the thatch

as a charm against lightning

handing out handbills

to Jacobins in the street

foundry's foundling / flusk for the fields

the fields

our church

the thirsty pasture

of varied tints

green ripening grain

and blue corn bottles

meadow lake and

marshy fern

sleepers peeping

round horizons circle

a little patch of common

buckled to my bread

the woodpecker sweeing

flags flaze and flitting

said arable

said commons

dim cottage rushlight

clouted dipples stirtling

at night...hounding home

there once were springs

like sheets of snow

there once were brooks

the brooks no more

scarce a bush

yon shaggy tufts

as seeming fond

as dreaming sluff

there once were lanes

that spring resembles

enclosure came

to dampen rambles

invert / return / repeat

if you punctuate me comma I will flee


eternal green

through centuries

still meeting plains

no blind

to hide the prospect

to eke its bounds

the wild pasture

heard swains

tracked red and fallow

met brook drank

the roots amongst

glad shepherds

free as the lark

shh I'm fleasting

out mongst many melt

little field

I swagger

my little plough

I leave a sign

behind the little


the field remains

murmuring complaints

little parcels / little minds

with cowslips smothered. …

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