Seasonal Works with Letters on Fire

At the Solstice, a Yellow Fragment

AT T H E S O L S T I C E , A Y E L L O W F R A G M E N T Our lord of literature visits my love, they have gone below, they have lost their way among the tablets of the dead—; preeeee—dark energy—woodrat in the pine, furred thing & the fine, a suffering among syllables, stops winter drops from cold, cold, miracle night (a fox deep in its hole under yellow thumbs of the chanterelles, (no: gold. Gold thumbs, Goldman Sachs pays no tax . . . (baby goats in the pen, not blaming God, not blaming them— (alias: buried egg of the shallow-helmet turtle [Actinemys marmorata] alias: thanks for calling the White House comment line)))) For your life had stamina from a childhood among priests & far in the night, beyond the human realm, a cry released the density of nature— 9 ...