The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Daniel Lusk
Poet, Old School He imagined words as silhouettes of former creatures—nouns as animals shorn of fur and leather, verbs as birds adorned in wings and feathers. So he believed, and no wonder, they could be made to sing and sin, to romp and roar. If we could learn to listen, they become themselves, for instance, the flautist Hermit Thrush on the cliff at Carraig Binn, a Laughing Thrush chortling at a sidewalk table in Hawaii. The snake in Eden’s Garden, its insouciance, its cool sanguinity. Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |