"real" poetry can ... reproduce the hidden music we are all born hearing but lose as we grow up.
- Anne Stevenson
Thursday, January 26, 2012
reliably natural
I be, the way a wave can trust itself to work against water.
How swift it bends around me as I interfere in its path -
I be within and without it, for it dives straight through me;
And though I am here, waves try their best to pretend I am not.
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