More fine passages from this splendid collection:
...the sound of the first cicada
now fitfully cutting
the silence of dawn.
Words wanted
beyond what they are--
*
Day returns us to a measured balance,
to limits--
until the cicadas
strike up:
a deranged scream,
a voracious incision
over the moment.
*
Suddenly still,
the tongue savours its slow monosyllable,
its restrained flames.
*
The waves are now only inebriation,
shouts that become quicklight.
from 'Cicadas'
Fibres of your voice
ignite,
hover.
from 'Invocation'
They crash against a cliff--
and their clear rhymes leap
onto the rocks.
from 'Oceanides: Daughters of the Sea'
A necklace for Kore.
The moon shines
on your sleepless breasts.
from 'Offerings'
They are an eye rising from the deep
a wish slipping from our hands
a stone against the mirror
they are the tip of the arrow
that will kill us
from 'Nictides: Daughters of the Night'
[Morning] glitters like the distant rowboats
under the merest care
of the sun
from 'Songs of the Aegean'