A Transparent Evening

A transparent evening

Two or three backs settle against
wicker and prepare to take in sunset.

A man who knows balance has
ordered that precise patch of sky.

The drinks stand at right angles
to the lawn. Bamboos quiver

from the baseline of a courtyard
and dreams float across in oorlies.

On the periphery some pots pose
like a family of tribals. Terracotta

men talk in knots and bulges. They
are making and holding up the poem.

‘A Transparent Evening’, from Landscape with Lines (Auckland University Press, 1996), © Diana Bridge 1996, used by permission of the author. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archive 2004.

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