Monday, April 10, 2017
A participle, nowadays
a word formed from
a verb and no long-
er seen as a verb,
as in guy reading.
All through the fifties and sixties the land tilted
Toward the bowl of life. Now life
Has moved in that direction. We taste the conviction
Minus the rind, the pulp and the seeds. It
Goes down smoothly.
At a later date I added color
And the field became a shed in ways I no longer remember.
Familiarly, but without tenderness, the sunset pours its
Dance music on the (again) slanting barrens.
The problems we were speaking of move up toward them.
Whether it Exists
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1977©
Gelatin silver print
Museum of Modern Art, New York