Jim Harrison poem: River IV

Were it not for the new moon

my sky would collapse tonight

so fed by the waters of memory.

The last line in River IV from Songs of Unreason by Jim Harrison

The first five lines of Love from Songs of Unreason by Jim Harrison:

Love is raw as freshly cut meat,

mean as a beetle on the track of dung.

It is the Celtic dog that ate its tail in a dream.

It chooses us as a blizzard chooses a mountain.

It’s seven knocks on the door you pray not to answer.

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