Sometimes the disjointed nature of the internet seems a curse, sometimes it seems a place full of the joy of serendipity. Less and less so in recent years, I’m afraid. However I am glad to stumble across gems like these poems by Richard Weaver. Worth reading in full.
The subject of these poems, Walter Anderson, a Mississippi Gulf Coast artist who died in 1965, spent most of his time on the Barrier Islands off the coast of Mississippi. The first 6 poems are reflections of that. The final four are set in China during the Cultural revolution. Anderson attempted to walk across China in order to reach Tibet.
I know weather by the osprey.
When a change is coming they take to the air
riding the upward currents before a storm,
lighter than wind. They roll and loop,
dive then soar again, disappearing
into the black edge of the nor’easter
as the water turns to green fire around them.
The horizon is lost then found again
between earth and sky. One image
succeeds another. Like the Moor hens
giving chase in the surf. Or the young
pelicans standing in the palmettos
who flap their wings with the…
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