I could take two leaves and give you one. Would that not be a kind of perfection? But I prefer one leaf torn to give you half showing (after these years, simply) love's complexity in an act, the tearing and the unique edges -- one leaf (one word) from the two imperfections that match. 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...THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG THE LITTLE TURTLE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN HOW CYRUS LAID THE CABLE [JULY 29, 1866] by JOHN GODFREY SAXE AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY TO ONE SHORTLY TO DIE by WALT WHITMAN SEADRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE |