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Remember my little granite pail?
The handle of it was blue.
Think what's got away in my life -
Was enough to carry me thru.
- Untitled from The Granite Pail: Selected Poems (pg. 7)
At low tide
gulls on
a pile of
gravel
in mist through
mist eye
the estu-
ary.
- North Shore
ULTIMATE FACTS, GENERAL LAWS
There is no outside, no
enclosing wall, no
circumference to us.
The man finishes
his story - how good! how
final! how it puts a
new fact on all thing! He
fills the sky. Lo! On
the other side rises
also a man and he
draws a circle around
the circle we had
just pronounced The circle.
Already our first
man is only a first
speaker - his redress
another circle drawn
beyond the other . . .
And so men do and so
they cancel out and
each becomes the other.
*
No longer
hearing
snow
fall
now that
night's fallen.
*
You sit there
at the bed's
edge and stare
at this man
trying to
sleep and you
say: Sleep, sleep . . .
But my dream
waits outside.
*
THE GRACE
Thank you for
whatever
it is - just
as it is
Ah - if we
could only
leave it at
that - at this.
*
Who counts rain
drops, pine pins
or tears? And
yet each feels
the presence
of each or
how much each
is a part
of, is, all.