Friday, September 25, 2020

LARRY CAMPBELL & FRIENDS ~

 








HEY JOE ~

 



Billy Roberts



RE-READING RONALD JOHNSON ~







from ~
The Book of the Green Man





Of the seasons,

seamless, a garland.



Solstice

to equinox —
days,





The length of

breath,

a sequential foliage



firmly planted in

our veins,

we stand in our rayed form:



blue-eyed,

a chicory,



Sponsa Solis



& upon the sun appears

a face

also with rays



in descent

trough an undulant



blue.



_____________________
Ronald Johnson
The Book of the Green Man
Norton, 1967







There is something beguiling and transfixed,
at least it happens to me, when I re-approach
Johnson's early books published exquisitely 
by Norton.