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Peter Minter

Another Moment in the Ongoing Development of Our Hero

Another Moment in the Ongoing Development of Our Hero

Another Moment in the Ongoing Development of Our Hero

When you walk out
into the derangement of earliest morning,
            too early, for the stars
            still examine you and trees, unencumbered
by daylight, hang with sorrow
their brevity in moonlight
            and the young dawn

When you light up
and look down into the broad circle
            of your life, the leaves
            corresponding to zones of implosion
and out there, like a storm
in the valley, a city
            sparkling off the horizon
            and the bromine haze on the coast

And when you stand there,
wait, the silence of the coming
            spring as it seeps
            beneath your feet then up into air
from all beings,
those knotted branches, roots
            and harbours of flesh
            calling forward into daylight
another moment of becoming
before relaxing again into common,
            ongoing parlance

When you recover, undiminished
and fall again to the wet ground,
           half sleeping in an acre of grasses,
           the last world of snails
and insects brought closer under the nail
of the final, crescent moon,
           unobserved, uncovered
           by territories of doubt and attachment,
the pride of not knowing,
not seeing the way.
Peter Minter

Peter Minter

(Australië, 1967)

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Another Moment in the Ongoing Development of Our Hero

When you walk out
into the derangement of earliest morning,
            too early, for the stars
            still examine you and trees, unencumbered
by daylight, hang with sorrow
their brevity in moonlight
            and the young dawn

When you light up
and look down into the broad circle
            of your life, the leaves
            corresponding to zones of implosion
and out there, like a storm
in the valley, a city
            sparkling off the horizon
            and the bromine haze on the coast

And when you stand there,
wait, the silence of the coming
            spring as it seeps
            beneath your feet then up into air
from all beings,
those knotted branches, roots
            and harbours of flesh
            calling forward into daylight
another moment of becoming
before relaxing again into common,
            ongoing parlance

When you recover, undiminished
and fall again to the wet ground,
           half sleeping in an acre of grasses,
           the last world of snails
and insects brought closer under the nail
of the final, crescent moon,
           unobserved, uncovered
           by territories of doubt and attachment,
the pride of not knowing,
not seeing the way.

Another Moment in the Ongoing Development of Our Hero

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