Introduction to Every Atom by project curator Brian Clements
I see nimble ghosts whichever way look
Five poems from
L o ss
An Erasure of Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass
wide
sliding
infinite
mocking
songs
To penetrate
and
understand
*
The last
custom
strikes
her
darkness
dead
*
Back
from
that
tremulous
—trial
the
soul
transmuting
As perfume
*
From
earth
To
Nothing
No
object
Nor
Any visible thing
must
foil
Nature
*
The body
grown dim
for mornings
continual
returns
With
A
dirge,
Amid
strange
limitless
ghosts
gone
through
the air
Then blank