Author: dig

---

And the lost lore of mournful lands
     It knows alone and guards too well. 

The Giant Cactus of Arizona, Harriet Monroe

---

“… gone somewhere else, beyond the frame, which is a place that we, viewing this image, cannot know, but guess, …”

The Grain, Chad Bennett

I have known only my own shallows—
Safe, plumbed places,
Where I was wont to preen myself.

But for the abyss
I wanted a plank beneath
And horizons…

I was afraid of the silence
And the slipping toe-hold…

Oh, could I now dive
Into the unexplored deeps of me—
Delve and bring up and give
All that is submerged, encased, unfolded,
That is yet the best.

Submerged, Lola Ridge

---

my quest, to know myself. 
To chart and compass this unfathomed sea, 
Myself must plumb the boundless universe.

Quest, Carrie Williams Clifford

---

Eden in Post

---

Sustained by poetry, fed anew
by its fires to return from madness,
the void does not beckon as it used to.

Littered with syllables, the road does not loom
as a chasm. The hand of strangers on other
doors does not hurt, the breath of gods

does not desert, but looms large
as a dream, a prairie within our dream,
to which we return, when we need to.

Oh blessed plain, oh pointed chasm.

II Alone, John Wieners

He was as a god,
stepped out of eternal dream
along the boardwalk.

He looked at my girl,
a dream to herself and
that was the end of them.

They disappeared beside the sea
at Revere Beach as
I aint seen them since.

If you find anyone
answering their description
please let me know. I need them

to carry the weight of my life
The old gods are gone. What lives on
in my heart

is their flesh
like a wound,
a tomb, a bomb.

Billie, John Wieners

---