11.28.2021

slowly, through my sound

Now old, I love you slowly, through my sound. 
Lightly alive, you cannot mourn for trees. 
You cannot care how grass, above the ground,
Gathers to mold your shadow's quick caress.
 
[James Wright {1927-1980} from 'A Girl Walking Into a Shadow', in Collected Poems]

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