For intimate moments in the landscape’s immense spaces, a fitting metaphor for how a poem sits in the mind, from A Book of Luminous Things, edited by Czeslaw Milosz.
from The Train Stops at Healy Fork / by John Haines (1924-2011)
We saw the scattered iron
and timber of the campsite,
the coal seam
in the river bluff,
the twilight green of the icefall.
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Love Haines’ work. Thanks for the reminder today.
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