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New England Landscape
Contributed by
Charles
on
Monday, 19th April 2004 @ 09:29:43 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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5.
New England Landscape
He went by the woodshed
hens picking near the fence
to fetch the axe
he carried down the slope
taking shortcuts where
the road wormed
until he reached the clearing.
His eye greeded on
that perfect beech tree
that had survived
spring's felling.
The sheen of smooth
flexed strength,
defiant erectness,
which he walked over to
head upright
and slew
with hard deep blows
at even angles
until the crackle started
that splittered down
through consciousness
in fissures of remorse
that drove him
from unhampered sun
to the cover of trees
with low-slung branches
to hide under.
They found him cowering.
The searchers said nothing,
but waited for the father
to appear
reining dogs in on leashes
clutched
in his gloved hand.
from: Collected Poems of Charles Cingolani
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Charles
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2004-04-19 09:29:43] (Date/Time posted on
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