So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen Though I have never known the way to border 'em in You looked down and saw now what was happening The whole world stopped to hear you hollering Threw the window wide and cried, Amen! Amen! Amen! You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in That the meteorite is a source of the lightĪnd the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to theeĪnd the meteorite's just what causes the lightĪnd the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember Though all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in December You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the waterįrowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever, We thought our very hearts would up and melt awayĪnd, Emily, I saw you last night by the river
We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrowĪnd everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope There is a rusty light on the pines tonight The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrowĪ little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadowĭo you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?
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