Authors /
Steve Wilson
O bluedark dream
O bluedark dream.O heart of space,
open. O end of days.O ending of light
that streams into the wood.O invisible gate, ...
What isn't there
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Caught music
Aloft because chaos dances, elastic,flowering. Generous, how impulse jumps—kept lively. Melody nudges open—prospector,...
A parable of marriage
Disregarding the heat, we settled down to it:clearing a path through the elmwood and oak....
Dream in Sighisoara, Romania
in the train station at last asleep(all gone down to grays—sky—uniforms—the platform itselfand farmers back from the warwho won’t know their fields)—1943...
Rondel: Beside water at nightfall
So near to evening, thoughts against thought will run,   unsettled in currents: fish, aswim down suddened light....
The recovery of buried poems
“Root is what I am, rootpoethere at home among the worms,finding here the poem’s terms.”...
The River Lee near dark
What people seeking solace do—they waituntil the light goes low. It’s then they’ve seena shadow here and there. They’ve often looked...
Săracă inima mè
—outside Biertan, RomaniaHush, my heart. There is still the lightthrough the windows, fields that remember...
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Synge at Dun Aengus
At the white line of the shore,where sight loses sense—to the sure edge of things—I’ve carried me west.No hope now in Paris . . .its finery and absinthe,...
Winter and hesitation
The way from homefalls along the fields.The hour’s leaving,but still we wait and wait.I’ve no more willto shape the words.See that line of trees—...