DPF / Dove

For a fellow Ohioan, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Testimonial / by Rita Dove

Back when the earth was new
and heaven just a whisper,
back when the names of things
hadn’t had time to stick;
back when the smallest breezes
melted summer into autumn,
when all the poplars quivered
sweetly in rank and file . . .