Philip Lamantia, The owl / Η κουκουβάγια

I hear him, see him – interpenetratethose shadows warping the garden pathways,as the dark steps I climb are lit yupby his Eye magnetic to the moon,his eye magnetic to the moon. I have not seen him when Windows are muteto whisper his name; on that momentErroneous bats slip out through the sky.His lair conceives my […]