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...ITALIAN PICTURES: JULY IN VALLOMBROSA by MINA LOY THE HEART'S RETURN by EDWIN MARKHAM THE DYING DECADENT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE POPPY-LAND EXPRESS by EDGAR WADE ABBOT CUDDLE DOON by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE MOUSE'S PETITION TO DOCTOR PRIESTLY FOUND IN THE TRAP .. by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |