B H Fairchild Great Poems
- 1. The Problem
The name of the bow is life, but its work is death.
- 2. Song
"Gesang ist Dasein"
A small thing done well, the steel bit paring
the cut end of the collar, lifting delicate
- 3. Flight
Outside my window the wasps
are making their slow circle,
dizzy flights of forage and return,
hovering among azaleas
- 4. Early Occult Memory Systems Of The Lower Midwest
In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat
of his father's Ford and the mysterium
of time, holds time in memory with words,
night, this night, on the way to a stalled rig south
- 5. The Art Of The Lathe
Leonardo imagined the first one.
The next was a pole lathe with a drive cord,
illustrated in Plumier's L'art de tourner en perfection.
Then Ramsden, Vauconson, the great Maudslay,