Long after Hopkinsby Brian Teare Nothing at dusk, lord, but dust and road to keep it. The field kneelsunder white pines, umbra the edge to whom this is addressed :a mind part fern, part birch : two turkeys slowly S-ing their necksthrough inflorescence, arrangement more precise than what light leavesfields : painterly flowers more color than picture, more words for colorthan tint : alizarin or violet, you could write goldenrod, write cornflower,but Queen Anne's lace still hems the low horizon. Faith, what is itabides, what's left of pastoral but unreality. Ask artifice. Ask ornament.Go ahead and ask : what principle animates the natural : owl pink Lady's Slipperorchid white-tailed deer woodchuck : is it only what's visible that's knowable.Twenty dandelions gone to seed; tent worms slung in the articulatedtree; what's tiresome : mind unanswered, writing to supplyscaffolds to hold up scenery, nothing but queries and plywood, stringstrung to a high struck bell auguring : it's too late to see a third turkeyleft headless, wreck of feathers the owl scared, scattered in grass—