Two Poems
Mark Ford, 8 February 2007
Rise up! we heard their war-cry – Levitation! the trembling leaves kept sighing – Levitation! Then Hurry Harry abandoned the way of the raccoon and beaver, and felt his heart whirled aloft by some hand or talon: Oh no more, he reasoned, will I scramble blindly between settlement and clearing, mocked by the melancholy loon. Off, off, again off, ye buckskin garments! How it...





