Thursday, April 21, 2011

EARTH ~





Lance Henson




poem in july



water falls from the cup of a hand
late the moons silhouette behind clouds


wind in this hour
is the sound of a young girls dress


mist on the hair of her arms
her face sudden petal
in matchlight


trees cross the fields alone
windrows of new mown hay


a bird flies into her sleep
scent of rain


the wind pauses
knowing she is the sky






from Selected Poems 1970-1983
(Greenfield Press)





WHEN THIS BOOK APPEARED IN 1985 LANCE HENSON WAS A MEMBER OF THE CHEYENNE DOG SOLDIER WARRIOR SOCIETY AND LIVED ON A FARM WHERE HIS GRANDPARENTS RAISED HIM ON THE PLAINS.

photo: usao.edu