Poem

A film of light on the river, a thistle's worth of grammar.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

4 thoughts on “Poem”

  1. October blooms in May,wincing. Grey water gleams in the sun. There was a dream on this place, sleeping.
    Year in, out, everywhere you’d look, listen, there was something to be felt here — an old feeling but not so old
    to seem new. We have been waiting to gather with both hands. Even the trees the walls of trees are waiting
    for before our time began in the wind, before anyone tried damming the river there was life in the trees. Not today?

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