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The type specimen book of Caslon By : Ana Gabriela Lopez Castro Two Dimensional Design and Typhography 2 / 2015 (Poems from Breath and Dust

by Jonathan Hart )

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t Song of Exile

That night the maples rustled in the wind

And drink could not dispel our grief: the mist Rose high on the river and the moon sank

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As rain drumming, sometimes as a soft stream.

Then her song was a shattered silver

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Like our hearts. A woman played the pipa And soon appeared with A half-covered face. She played with such

Yearning, emptying her passion, sometimes

Bottle or splitting silk.

She told of how 9 pt

She had been a courtesan, learned The pipa from masters at thirteen, had men Fawning on her as she played until

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Far away she waits on an empty boat For her merchant husband to return.

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For a moment

The poet turned from his exile.

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Her beauty faded, until, alone, now

So

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Ancient Music

She has a different sense of time

And lies somewhere on the other side

Of the grave and the Atlantic, her parents

Buried in Somerset and she in Massachusetts,

And I, here, looking over a green lake

In the Rockies, think of Sarah Norton, Centuries after.

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There are doorways to the yard

I may never enter: roses are like echoes.

My dreams move over the dead leaves And hers skirt in the dark, whisper Over the pond in a day too long For the two of us.

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Like music

So are we. He hangs on the tree

For us both. The scars will bleed

For ever. The stars are not

Interested in algebra: freedom

Cannot be found in emblem books.

Our bodies break in the dust

We choke on, strangers of the same Flesh.

Stillness is our family ground,

Like any other. Stone and soil

Will eat our bones even in the movement

Of desire we call voice and blood,

Quickness of tongue and eye. I

Will not bury you again

With doctrine: the red, white, yellow

Flowers blow their scent over the cape

In the heat of summer. You felt that

too, but never in the same summer.

I would trade paradox to sit by you

To hear all those things that will erupt

Unspoken and invisible in me and mine

Without sufficient history, unconscious

As the loss we suffer, the mute sound

Of our blood inventing the past

With blind abandon. How did your head

Tilt in the wind and were you taught so well

That we speak the lesson we oppose In time?

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Perhaps it’s time to read philosophy

By a dim light, to mistake a hollow rote

For stillness, to take faith for a beech tree

And leave the sand on either coast

For an urn. Our souls are blown out

On a cold wind. Perhaps this empire is

At an end even as we dissent from it Over time.

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Song of Exile That night the maples rustled in the wind

And drink could not dispel our grief: the mist

Rose high on the river and the moon sank

Like our hearts. A woman played the pipa

And soon appeared with

A half-covered face. She played with such

Yearning, emptying her passion, sometimes

As rain drumming, sometimes as a soft stream.

Then her song was a shattered silver

Bottle or splitting silk.

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She told of how

She had been a courtesan, learned

The pipa from masters at thirteen, had men

Fawning on her as she played until

Her beauty faded, until, alone, now

Far away she waits on an empty boat

For her merchant husband to return.

So For a moment

The poet turned from his exile.

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COLOPHON Book designer: Ana Gabriela Lopez Castro Typeface printed Adobe Caslon Pro Printed by Toronto April /2015

Poems from Book Breath and Dust By: Jonathan Locke Hart The End

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