South pond lit by high clouds (3.49)

It is in the depths of idiotic intimacy that the deepest drama of converse with the divine happens. G&B 261

 

South pond lit by high clouds__rustications of ocean breeze

light splinters as it passes__it takes an idle mind to seize

 

sweet nothings out of all this__such surplus of immediacy

out of many tall dry grasses__one bends under a chickadee

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