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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