light on stones [Explored]

Wind, bird, and tree,

Water, grass, and light:

In half of what I write

Roughly or smoothly

Year by impatient year,

The same six words recur.

 

I have as many floors

As meadows or rivers,

As much still air as wind

And as many cats in mind

As nests in the branches

To put an end to these.

 

Instead, I take what is:

The light beats on the stones,

And wind over water shines

Like long grass through the trees,

As I set loose, like birds

In a landscape, the old words.

--David Wagoner

 

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