Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Saturday, December 19, 2009

My Hour Now Like His

Unknown, a single Eskimo word (of the putative hoard) for snow.

Ago, I found no thing around the quiet lit carrel

Quiet like that rural canoe-stretch of lost Maine

within the grey, unopened, hard cover copy of Thoreau,

'Mizzle' his Yankee word for the light rain.



  1. The Incas had no word for theft until the Spanish came.

  2. But I bet a blind Inca would know the difference between a silver coin and a gold one just by its smell?

    (Not to take away any discredit from los conquisadores).