Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Crow's Foot


edge 
         of the meadow, the small 

tracks 

                there, 
a stream 
                beginning 

to branch. 


(Opening poem from Sentences, 1976)

2 comments:

  1. And stalking beauty...

    So to feel and follow the branch and tributary structure; a movement that leads back from the edge of the meadow into the mystery and darkness of the woods; exactly where, now, we understand we all along wanted to be going.

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  2. Exactly. Back into the heart of the heart of the mystery. Thanks, Tom.

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