before the day begins or when the business of the day is over there are intervals densities of blue or grey when you stand on the brink of a different possibility a stillness that opens out into clarity or a subtlety that folds back into stillness again you might almost touch it an occasion in the air as steady as a great tree branching into delicate life
From a sequence called AT DUSK & AT DAWN originally published by Clark's own Moschatel Press and now part of The Path to the Sea, perhaps my favourite volume of poetry. Clark's poems do things no one elses do. It must have something to do with the way he lives his life.
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before the day begins
or when the business of the day
is over there are intervals
densities of blue or grey
when you stand on the brink
of a different possibility
a stillness that opens
out into clarity or
a subtlety that folds
back into stillness again
you might almost touch it
an occasion in the air
as steady as a great tree
branching into delicate life
From a sequence called AT DUSK & AT DAWN originally published by Clark's own Moschatel Press and now part of The Path to the Sea, perhaps my favourite volume of poetry. Clark's poems do things no one elses do. It must have something to do with the way he lives his life.
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