Edge to Edge

But there are many winds and each deceives,

and there are many lands too far

to do aught but deceive; yea, there be gardens-

many even in

our land-and vine that loves a wall and hardens

with the frost; there have been,

beyond counting, men with their deceits

about the worlds, and where

the papers blew and gutters lined the streets

there were things builded and a prayer

arose to stone; yea, there be many winds

and each deceives, and one

blows out of Labrador telling of finds

where the sea yields; and the sun

is cactus on the wind from Mexico

that has its lie as have

the rest; and there be lying winds that blow

from sundry oceans, and a brave

wind blowing far from behind Orion's fires,

to fill the saucer of the world.

Robert Tallman

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