Jim Harrison poem: River IV

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.



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