By Richard Weaver
Blue mountains rising,
century after century
awakening to fall again.
To rise anew, yearning
for a hand like rain
waking from sleep,
after dreaming
in green water
blackening beneath
cypresses. A drowned
moon afloat in its troubles.
And hills of brazen angels.
Blue mountains reigning.
His first published poem appeared in Poetry Magazine April 1975. He has published poems in 5 decades and in his less-than-spare time he reads for Slant magazine. Publications and mugshot available upon request. (Mug not included).
