B H Fairchild Poems
- 1. Angels
Elliot Ray Neiderland, home from college
one winter, hauling a load of Herefords
from Hogtown to Guymon with a pint of
Ezra Brooks and a copy of Rilkeâ??s Duineser
... - 2. The Problem
The Problem
The name of the bow is life, but its work is death.
â??The Fragments
... - 3. Motion Sickness
I am tired of the heave and swell,
the deep lunge in the belly, the gut's
dumb show of dance and counterdance,
sway and pause, the pure jig of nausea
... - 4. Song
"Gesang ist Dasein"
A small thing done well, the steel bit paring
the cut end of the collar, lifting delicate
... - 5. Flight
Outside my window the wasps
are making their slow circle,
dizzy flights of forage and return,
hovering among azaleas
... - 6. The Deposition
Dust storm, we thought, a brown swarm
plugging the lungs, or a locust-cloud,
but this was a collapse, a slow sinking
to deeper brown, and deeper still, like the sky
... - 7. 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
... - 8. Thermoregulation In Winter Moths
How do the winter moths survive when other moths die? What enables them to avoid freezing as they rest, and what makes it possible for them to fly -- and so to seek food and mates -- in the cold?
Bernd Heinrich, Scientific American
1. The Himalayas
... - 9. 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,
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