For John James, after Hölderlin
Unforgettably came, astonishing
Hot, that plenitude. For we lack
Song, which frees us
now we are far apart
sharer of my sorrows
And trees surrounded us with fragrances
Came over us, dumbfounding
Hot is wealth. For we lack
Song that loosens the mind
where we went separate ways
sharer of my sufferings
And there was fragrance of trees around us
In time for lunch, speechless
Hot that encounter. For we lack
Song that lifts our intentions
until we met again
Distant, in the undergrowth, and trees
Were all around us with their scent
Allen Fisher, poet, painter, art historian,
publisher-editor Spanner, co-publisher Aloes Books.
• currently paintings in group show at Courtyard, Hereford.
• paintings and performance Kunsthall Oslo, October-November 2022.
• show and performances at tactileBOSCH, Cardiff with Penny Hallas and Lyn Davies, 2021.
• www.allenfisher.co.uk
• recent publication proceeds in the garden, after Dante’s Paradiso (paintings), 2022;
Black Pond (paintings and poetry), 2020;
Imperfect Fit (essays on Aesthetics, Facture & Perception, University of Alabama);
NO LONGER ALONE (poetry with photographs by Paige Mitchell).
PLACE (1971-1981) and GRAVITY AS A CONSEQUENCE OF SHAPE (1983-2007) available in a complete editions from Reality Street Editions.
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