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1 " We did not come to remain whole. We came to lose our leaves like the trees, Trees that start again, Drawing up from the great roots. "
― Robert Bly , Eating the Honey of Words: New and Selected Poems
2 " I am afraid there’ll be a moment whenI fail you, friend; I will turn slightlyAway, our eyes will not meet, and out in the fieldThere will be no one. "
3 " In the Month of May"In the month of May when all leaves open,I see when I walk how well all thingslean on each other, how the bees work,the fish make their living the first day.Monarchs fly high; then I understandI love you with what in me is unfinished.I love you with what in me is stillchanging, what has no head or armsor legs, what has not found its body.And why shouldn't the miraculous,caught on this earth, visitthe old man alone in his hut?And why shouldn't Gabriel, who loves honey,be fed with our own radishes and walnuts?And lovers, tough ones, how many there arewhose holy bodies are not yet born.Along the roads, I see so many placesI would like us to spend the night. "
4 " Snowfall in the Afternoon"1The grass is half-covered with snow.It was the sort of snowfall that starts in late afternoonAnd now the little houses of the grass are growing dark.2If I reached my hands down near the earthI could take handfuls of darkness!A darkness was always there which we never noticed.3As the snow grows heavier the cornstalks fade farther awayAnd the barn moves nearer to the house.The barn moves all alone in the growing storm.4The barn is full of corn and moves toward us nowLike a hulk blown toward us in a storm at sea;All the sailors on deck have been blind for many years. "