Douglas Barbour floating head songs a float oats seed in time rime (the snows fall the head floats free at last of love (the prison house of beyond sing sing the hills beyond the hills beyond & rush (rusts) where the river run seen from this perspective & approached thus the stone head left behind sings secrets Or what the ploughman didnt notice that time a splash legs high or a head hair lost in waves singing the song would have drawn him off & away long gone song of every rock & rill echoing from every hill loss tossed upon the waves whirling ahead sings past loss the dark tunnel her shining face fading all those women tearing across gradually green slopes meat just ice I chanted for th floating a darkening blue a cast of heavy rose the hills green shadow ahead in the water last light glints spreading to the sea ahead the sea sate you are Douglas Barbour Index |
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