DPF / Muldoon

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from The Loaf / by Paul Muldoon

When I put my ear to the hole I’m suddenly aware
of spades and shovels turning up the gain
all the way from Raritan to the Delaware

 

with a clink and a clink and a clinky-click.

DPF / Darcy

For aural photography, from Ireland, and from poetryfoundation.org.

from Ansel Adams’ Aspens / by Ailbhe Darcy

To tiny Ansel Adams, newly arrived on this earth,
the sky is what it is, taut with its isness.
Some time before dawn, the section framed

by interior blackens and brightens and each tree out there
glows with itself, with the certainty of all Ansel Adams’
aspens.