from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?

– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

Roselle Angwin

Friday, 4 February 2011

one true thing

let the hounds come
the hounds with their red eyes
red tongues
let them come

bring snow, hail, storm
let the cosmos loose
all the bolts that wound
or test the heart

bring fire
bring loneliness
bring death

and still the hare of me
will flare across this quickening field
belly to the wet black earth
nose to the wide and changing sky

and know this to be home; this

and you whom I've never left, my twin –
slipstreaming as we were from the beginning
in the constellations' milky wake –

and love, the one true thing

– Roselle Angwin

albrecht durer's hare

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