The Human Abstract
iv. a few stones for Lorine Niedecker This I is an idyll I captured the first day the office between the leaf and the external Landlord, I said again you can't move a river really yet with no apparent music my face would pass * what bird would light in a moving tree? the tree I carry what is the use if her beauty goes wasted on me I said to my head I live unburied I am standing up * In your city I do as your people This nonsense has left me unruled by examples you Echo you blade of grass The egg is not by nature better than the full crow I am every kind of stone but one * What I know was divided by the weather of others There's a kind of electricity a fire in the first snow A mine from the perspective of an owner a mine as labor * I left my baby in Forest A. (deeper, more mountainous) the continent submerges at a distance Death wrote a poem and I lost it smaller than anger larger than my head my head filled with snow "We build this house" and then we live in it * Against this house I always hammering the green of a fountain the original honor of the thing Measured by message I had a round of distance till a city found me A tinny betrayal of origin (not stealthy not stone) The eyebright in season and not the storm between I'm late and come adrift
Copyright © 1995 Elizabeth Willis
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