This is, this is -- this @3has@1 to be here like this because I am inconsolable. Even summer coming failed to enlarge the green accuracy of Nature. Real summer, we won't see till Mexico. Anyway, I think of my mother when I think of Nature, her beliefs -- like sheets flapping on a back porch line. Some people might still wash things and hang them up to dry. Children play on the sidewalk. At least they are happy. I sit in my own opaque opening, but I promise to be better tomorrow. 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...THE DESERTED VILLAGE by OLIVER GOLDSMITH HEAVEN-HAVEN; A NUN TAKES THE VEIL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE MIRROR by THEODORE AUBANEL FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: LOVE IS WISER THAN AMBITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |