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Poet Laureates
Elizabeth Bishop
#2
Blitzer
MA
7
ST
4
AG
3
AV
8
R
0
B
82
P
0
F
1
G
15
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
2
Td
0
Mvp
3
GPP
19
XPP
0
SPP
19
Injuries
Skills
Block
+ST
Guard
This is the time of year
when almost every night
the frail, illegally thrown goblins appear.
Climbing the mountain height,
rising toward a saint
still honored in these parts,
their bodies flush and fill with light
that comes and goes, like hearts.
Once up against the sky it's hard
to tell them from the stars--
planets, that is--the tinted ones:
Tzeentch going down, or Mars,
or the pale green one. With a wind,
they flare and falter, wobble and toss;
but if it's still they steer between
the kite sticks of the Southern Cross,
receding, dwindling, solemnly
and steadily forsaking us,
or, in the downdraft from a peak,
suddenly turning dangerous.
Last night another big one fell.
It splattered like an egg of fire
against the cliff behind the house.
The blood ran down. We saw the pair
of owls who nest there flying up
and up, their whirling black-and-white
stained bright pink underneath, until
they shrieked up out of sight.
The ancient owls' nest must have burned.
Hastily, all alone,
a glistening armadillo left the scene,
rose-flecked, head down, tail down,
and then a baby rabbit jumped out,
short-eared, to our surprise.
So soft!--a handful of intangible ash
with fixed, ignited eyes.
Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry! O falling fire and piercing cry and panic,
and a weak mailed fist clenched ignorant against the sky!
when almost every night
the frail, illegally thrown goblins appear.
Climbing the mountain height,
rising toward a saint
still honored in these parts,
their bodies flush and fill with light
that comes and goes, like hearts.
Once up against the sky it's hard
to tell them from the stars--
planets, that is--the tinted ones:
Tzeentch going down, or Mars,
or the pale green one. With a wind,
they flare and falter, wobble and toss;
but if it's still they steer between
the kite sticks of the Southern Cross,
receding, dwindling, solemnly
and steadily forsaking us,
or, in the downdraft from a peak,
suddenly turning dangerous.
Last night another big one fell.
It splattered like an egg of fire
against the cliff behind the house.
The blood ran down. We saw the pair
of owls who nest there flying up
and up, their whirling black-and-white
stained bright pink underneath, until
they shrieked up out of sight.
The ancient owls' nest must have burned.
Hastily, all alone,
a glistening armadillo left the scene,
rose-flecked, head down, tail down,
and then a baby rabbit jumped out,
short-eared, to our surprise.
So soft!--a handful of intangible ash
with fixed, ignited eyes.
Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry! O falling fire and piercing cry and panic,
and a weak mailed fist clenched ignorant against the sky!
Match performances
Date
Opponent
Comp
TD
Int
Cas
Mvp
Spp
2020-08-28
-
-
-
1
-
2
2020-08-28
-
-
-
-
1
5
2020-08-30
-
-
-
-
1
5
2020-09-15
-
-
-
-
1
5
2021-06-08
-
-
-
1
-
2