Is

God is
The earth is
The lecture is in the auditorium
The man is from Swabia
The cup is of silver
The  

peasant  

is  

in  

the  

fields
The book is mine
He is dead
Red is the port side
In Russia there is famine
The enemy is in retreat
The vine disease is in the vineyards
The dog is in the garden
‘Over  

all  

the  

peaks
Is peace’

Found poem: Heidegger M, Introduction to Metaphysics, Yale Nota Bene, 2000 

 

Thunder

Deep in prattle we’re caught off guard, pianos of our bodies pink buds on the note.

You pull knees to your breasts, statue, and  

we  

are  

assigned  

to  

widely  

separated  

mountains  

–

diminished, augmented, listening.
Light has changed so we should pass torches,

speak Greek: phusis,  

its  

flower  

smoking;;  

ousia, old  

walls  

sounding;

keraunos, apophainesthai

Sword of light at the window and we are lit, skin of the house answering.

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