harps for David Meltzer


meltzer.jpgThe poet David Meltzer passed away on New Year’s Eve this last year, leaving behind an infinite gazette of beautiful poetic delight.

This first selection is from his 1975 book, Harps:



Late noon wind makes bamboo into harps.
Wind rushing through tall green stalks. An octave reminiscent of skeletons.
As far as we know, the best flutes are made of bamboo & not bone.


The evergreens are harps.
Your hair as you comb it again & again is a harp.

And then this wonderful line from Meltzer’s 1974 collection, Blue Rags:

Dust is what a time machine coughs back.


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