Eric Pankey

A thread of fragrance, as from garlands, As from a thousand-petaled lotus, Lifts as I turn the leaf of a manuscript, Until what was sky-clad, What was over-scored with ashen earthshine— This aqueous sphere, this reciprocity of light— Dims, an [...]

What I have written thus far is but a treatise On the owl and the moon, as if the given Were world enough, as if one thousand and one   Views of the moon— each phase marked, inscrutable— Illumined the hairline crack in the plaster, The doo [...]