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Three Poems
Eric Linsker


Annunciation


1

I forgot it is going to snow

I suppose I try saving something

a squirrel rubs his face
in the bark

hearing is only part of the dreams that we’re going to achieve

the one with our eyes open

now you have this tree and you’re disappearing

subjectivity based on difference among humans and animals

everything opens because of you

2

All of the timing is over

keys on
the dresser

going home in
the day

full of cares

how a bell is like or
different from a face

full
of cares

other things

who ran into the flowers

afterwards I stood at the window for
a while and wanted
to do something

one never really
gets this far

what color are they and do
they shift with wings

I see myself with
my eyes closed

pushing in the chair

the angel in the sun
takes me for given

3

needles in all of the water
and lark’s sleeve
how everything becomes the same underwater an icon
on a bill a snail a gun a tile
gills a turn a life a fingernail a
sweater a dog out of water the pursed eyes the
dog the unselfishness the moss the down the nothing
the reason you are and the hair on
your head the knots of eyes the how
I throw a rock in and it changes it

changes the mud then it turns around you

whose conscience will be bothered by it

4

at this point
the rain falling across the bird
ethical sadness
doing tactility
in that the whole thing is
a hill in my mouth
and the serrating feathers
only after you’ve become the most active thing
you’ve ever been
once someone starts laughing he doesn’t stop

it’s not going to be through the eyes

5

Are animals an abstraction
the angel that appears and
goes away the remainder

As far as information about my room
goes it is
strange to hear something you do not
see

between a bell and a face

from the top of the flight of the
sparrows

if I want to see both lake and forest
I have to exist

I open the window barely
where are they
the top of the tree

As long as you keep your end








The Wall


When a fisherman wants

to head

out—he

stays close to the stone

pier—to the beginning

the thin event

*

From beneath your abandon-
ment: I touch the wall

*

The wall—bare and white is what you
see about it

What do you see about me

*

If you wait with the robin in the almost-
grass: it will sing


Accept its version—almost red

*

You abandon your body in this whole and the stems
come from beneath

My walls are so bare and white
I touch them

am against them my palms—

*

No we have been
living this whole time


Nobody trusts the ambulance anymore


The sound of the emergency like a chair
dragged across the floor

*

For two months now I have not felt right
in the worlds. This morning I woke and
put my knees down on the billowing
floor. This is now the height of being


I check for her on the small of my knees. No
of course one does not find it

*

Moon: what the earth does not know
Light: what the earth does not know
Light: what the moon does not know
Moon: the grasses!


I know you’re already there

*

I can’t get her
smell off me. I thrust my shoulder this way
this way

*

When I sally out for a stroll:


Cornucopia-spray, haltingly,


Sail that kills


My first spring on earth

*

The robin is waiting on the ground
with us

The trees are not to be touched

The thin event

that need be done far away

is done


The weight of the water

The weight of the water
when outside it

For over twenty-four hours
a man has been asleep along the river

You must leave him behind you

The grass leaves you behind as you step onto it

leaves you behind








The Ends

war the absence of speech occurs within the site of speech green fields,
under the nettle the strawberry, winders
             within the site what was throstle song, the
future is tied back with a ribbon,
the sea is a single flag,
with her hand she is history she
sews stars under stars on her hand,
             the shore the table in flames,
she cuts her hair, that burns, she cuts
the ribbon in her hair