Another blue for shadows over snow.
The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-
Both different blues. And hills row after row
Are colored blue according to how far.
You know the bluejay’s double-blur device
Shows best when there are no green leaves to show.
And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.
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in sun, and I am one.Such merriment and such sobriety–the small wild fruit on the tall stalk–was this not always my true style?Above an elegance of snow, beneatha silk-blue sky a brotherhood of fourbirds. Can you mistake us?To sun, to feast, and to converseand all together–for this I have abandonedall my other lives.Submitted by Larry…
From where I stand the sheep stand still
The stones are grayAnd so are they.And both are weatherworn and round,Leading the eye back to the ground.Two mingled flocks –The sheep, the rocks.And still no sheep stirs from its placeOr lifts its Babylonian face.
A wind’s word, the Hebrew Hallelujah.
(Hal for short) boy with wind-wild hair.It means Praise God, as well it should since praiseIs what God’s for. Why didn’t they call my fatherHallelujah instead of Ebenezer?Eben, of course, but christened Ebenezer,Product of Nova Scotia (hallelujah).Daniel, a country doctor, was his fatherAnd my father his tenth and final boy.A baby and last, he had…
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My mind matches this understand land.
Indoors the constant fire, the careful thriftAre facts that I accept and understand.I have brought in red berries and green boughs-Berries of black alder, boughs of pine.They and the sunlight on them, both are mine.I need no florist flowers in my house.Having lived here the years that are my best,I call it home. I am…