Jim Harrison poem: River IVPosted: August 11, 2012 Filed under: people, poetry, states of mind Leave a comment
Were it not for the new moon
my sky would collapse tonight
so fed by the waters of memory.
– The last line in River IV from Songs of Unreason by Jim Harrison
– The first five lines of Love from Songs of Unreason by Jim Harrison:
Love is raw as freshly cut meat,
mean as a beetle on the track of dung.
It is the Celtic dog that ate its tail in a dream.
It chooses us as a blizzard chooses a mountain.
It’s seven knocks on the door you pray not to answer.