Dawn will be the time and the forest will be the place the brook the stone in their arrest and flowing turning perpetually in the kind of grace that is simply a kind of knowing intensified around this present The woman's face halfsmiling against the stone will seal the force of the lordly surging flooding sun entering with her husbandman entering surging flooding and yet not seen and never to be told The brook its music almost lost or too serene for her to hear will in its small crook fold her on the stone Her strange halfsmile as if the earth had found its generic look will stay upon the stone a long long while. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN YOUTH IS PLEASURE by ROBERT WEVER THE DISMANTLED SHIP by WALT WHITMAN TIMID THINGS by JOHN HAMPTON ATKINSON THE GOOD COUNSEL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET WHITEHAVEN HARBOUR by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE SEXTON AND THE THERMOMETER by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER A DIALOGUE ON CONTENTMENT by JOHN BYROM |