D A N I E L B E R R I G A N
(May 9, 1921 – April 30, 2016)
Saturday, April 30, 2016
J.H. PRYNNE ~
Smaller than the Radius of the Planet
There is a patch like ice in the sky this
evening & the wind tacks about, we are
both stopped/fingered by it. I lay out my
unrest like white lines on the slope, so that
something out of broken sleep will land
there. Look up, a vale of sorrow opened by
eyes anywhere above us, the child spread out
in his memory of darkness. And so, then, the
magnetic influence of Venus sweeps its
shiver into the heart/brain or hypothalamus,
we are still here, I look steadily at nothing.
"The gradient of the decrease may be de-
termined by the spread in intrinsic lumin-
osities" —the ethereal language of love in
brilliant suspense between us and the
hesitant arc. Yet I need it too and keep
one hand in my pocket & one in yours,
waiting for the first snow of the year.
_____________________
J.H. Prynne
THE WHITE STONES
New York Review of Books 2016
J.H. Prynne