Saturday, April 02, 2005

Saturday Poetry

A.R. Ammons (1926 - 2001)

When I Was Young The Silk

When I was young the silk
of my mind
hard as a peony head
and wind bloomed the parachute:

The air-head tugged me
tore my roots loose and drove
high, so high

I want to touch down now
and taste the ground
I want to take in
my silk
and ask where I am
before it is too late to know

Saturday Poetry

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