Enough and you can hear The small breakages occurring. That's what all sounds are: Small sounds, small things breaking; Big sounds, big things breaking. Think of a drop of water Flung from the grindstone. It's always day, it's always night. No such thing as tomorrow. There's a match going out. There's paying for privilege. There's harm's way, It's all the same day. Sunlight drools on the grass. An air of faded intimacy. Listen to the sound of the pages turning. Listen to the sound of the book when it closes. 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...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK by SARA TEASDALE LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE PROSPECT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING HERO AND LEANDER by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE IAMBICUM TRIMETRUM, FR. LETTER TO HARVEY by EDMUND SPENSER |