This poem is taken from PN Review 166, Volume 32 Number 2, November - December 2005.
The ThawI - Illegible waves of wood
The wood's illegible waves on the desk
as you write. The first principle of form:
the wave, rings of a dropped stone.
A ridge of water, muscle stretching
in ever-greater circles, gathering in what lies around,
gathering up the stream it is part of.
So the rings of a tree: the tree ages,
thickens into the space around;
marks its past concentrically.
It remembers itself: flesh over flesh,
core hardening to rind, becoming its own record
drawing in the years to lay them
side by side in space in time.
II - Lapland
The trees are exclamation marks,
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