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Marzo 6, 2007
All the Earth, All the Air
1.
I stand with standing stones.
The stones stay where they are.
The twiny winders wind;
The little fishes move.
A ripple wakes the pond.
2.
This joy's my fall. I am!--
A man as rich as a cat,
A cat in the fork of a tree,
When she shakes out her hair.
I think of that and laugh.
3.
All innocence and wit,
She keeps my wishes warm;
When, easy as a beast,
She steps along the street,
I start to leave myself.
4.
The truly beautiful,
Their bodies cannot lie;
The blossom stings the bee.
The ground needs the abyss,
Say the stones, say the fish.
5.
A field recedes in sleep.
Where are the dead? Before me
Floats a single star.
A tree glides with the moon.
The field is mine! Is mine!
6.
In a lurking place I lurk,
One with the sullen dark.
What's hell but a cold heart?
But who, faced with her face,
Would not rejoice?
Theodore Roethke
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