Jonathan Williams

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Jonathan Williams
The Midnite Show
Red-Wigglers, Night-Crawlers
& Other Worms
look out
into the crapulous moonlight:

figures of women cascading through the Sunday night;

no beer in sight.

I remember the Night-blooming
Cereus by Dr. Thornton, Engraver, Blake’s
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On Cowee Ridge
December 13, 1993  John Gordon Boyd
died on the birthday
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Symphony No.3, in D Minor
Thousands lavishing, thousands starving;
intrigues, war, flatteries, envyings,
hypocrisies, lying vanities, hollow amusements,
exhaustion, dissipation, death—and giddiness
and laughter, from the first scene to the last.
—Samuel Palmer, 1858
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Two Pastorals for Samuel Palmer at Shoreham, Kent
I. “If the Night Could Get Up & Walk”

I cannot put my hand into
a cabbage to turn
on the light, but

the moon moves over
the field of dark cabbage and an
exchange fills
all veins.
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A Vulnerary
for Robert Duncan  one comes to language from afar, the ear
fears for its sound-barriers—

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The Wreck on the A-222 in Ravensbourne Valley
There are more things to love
than we would dare to hope for.
—Richard of St. Victor  where the car hit him, fireweed sprang with
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