Terry Plumming

let's begin with the bouquet from MM to be laid where terry rests, THE WASTE LAND BY T.S. ELIOT BY MM i keep thinking there is a tool somewhere to the place of no return the taste land the fire's ermine birds' unsets For Terry Plumming 1 Burial of the Dead April is the Lilacs out of Memory, breeding the dead mixing desire Dull roots of the cruelles... t month, stirring with spring rain. and land Winter kept us forgetful warm, covering Earth in feeding A little life with dried tubers. snow Summer surprised us, coming over in the colonnade, we stopped And went into a shower And drank, and talked for an hour. {Trying hard to see} in rain of sunlight: the {Hard garden of} coffee {had been elected by the Russian-come-stamina of a milk wetted Dutch mustache} And when we were With children My cousin was frightened. he took me out on a sled, And I, He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight [to] 's. And down we went. In the mountains I read, there you feel free much of the night, and go south in the winter. What are the roots of that stony rubbish? clutch this Son of man branches out grow what You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, And the dead tree relief, And the dry stone no sound. where the sun beats There is shadow, the cricket gives no shelter, Only of water under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock). And I will show you Your shadow at morning Or your shadow at evening, different from either something striding to meet you, rising behind you; in a handful of dust. I will show you fear[,] 'You gave me the hyacinths first[...] {First went the Wind Then your Hazmat was Mine Kerchief Kind Woe Whilest did you?} a year ago; 'They called me the hyacinth girl." Yet we came back, late, from the garden, Your arms hyacinth full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak when my eyes failed, I knew nothing Looking into the heart of neither Living nor dead, and I was the silence and light {of the seer of mirrorshit}. Madame So so tryst Had a bad cold, famous clairvoyante, nevertheless, is ...Read More