Birth Day Tiramisu

Corfe

I

Corfe, the hub of a wheel

Where the green down-spokes turning

Embrace an earth-cup of smoke and ghosts and stone.

The sea orchestrates

The still dance in the cup

Danced for ever, the same intricate sobriety

Equivocal, adored.

But when I remember you Corfe, I remember Delphi

Because your history also is a mystery of God.

'And God is no blind man and God is ou Father:

But like lovers

Your cup is full of the courts of other princes

Disputing you.

Very sweet is the Sacred Wood

In the gold clearing, in the mustard patch;

But at night comes a change

Like a gold ball thrown out

And a black ball thrown in

(Not sunset behind Tyneham Cap

On a night without a moon.)

But a shift of potencies

Like a black ball thrown in

And a gold ball thrown out

And the players are princes

Of the turf and the weed

And the wind-moulded trees

part one written by Robin Blaser

Vancouver, B.C. 

August, 1978

 Imaginary Letters by Mary Butts

Birth Day Tiramisu

recipe from Ina Garten

August 29 2015

Saturday