This Bright Day

Earth, earth!

day, this bright day

again-once more

showers of dry spruce gold,

the poppy flopped broad open and delicate

from its pod-once more,

all this again: I've had many

days here with these stones and leaves:

like the sky, I've taken on a color

and am still:

the grief of leaves,

summer worms, huge blackant

queens bulging

from weatherboarding, all that

will pass

away from me that I will pass into,

none of the grief

cuts less now than ever-only I

have learned the

sky, the day sky, the blue

obliteration of radiance:

the night sky,

pregnant, lively,

tumultuous, vast-the grief

again in a higher scale

of leaves and poppies:

space, space-

and a grief of things:

motion: standing still.

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