------------ pg 816
Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and
what a gently welcoming darkestness-
no i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music) feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain
are given;and given is how beautifully snow)
now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)
something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring.
-----pg 824
who are you,little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high
window;at the gold
of november sunset
(and feeling:that if day
has to become night
this is a beautiful way)
----pg 828
"could that" i marvelled "be
you?"
and a chickadee
to all the world,but to me some
(by name
myself)one long ago
who had died
,replied
-------------------pg 830
& sun &
sil
e
nce
e
very
w
here
noon
e
is exc
ep
t
on
t
his
b
oul
der
a
drea(chipmunk)ming
----------------pg 833
one
t
hi
s
snowflake
(a
li
ght
in
g)
is upon a gra
v
es
t
one
----pg 835
(listen)
this a dog barks and
how crazily houses
eyes people smiles
faces streets
steeples are eagerly
tumbl
ing through wonder
ful sunlight
-look-
selves, stir:writhe
o-p-e-n-i-n-g
are(leaves;flowers)dreams
,come quickly come
run run
with me now
jump shout(laugh
dance cry
sing)for it's Spring
-irrevocably;
and in
earth sky trees
:every
where a miracle arrives
(yes)
you and i may not
hurry it with
a thousand poems
my darling
but nobody will stop it
With All The Policemen In The World
------pg 921
Moon-in-the-Trees,
The old canoe awaits you.
He is not, as you know, afraid of the dark,
And has unaided captured many stars.
The same tent expects your coming,
Moon-in-the-Trees.
You remember how the spruce smelled sweet
When the dawn was full of little birds?
In the ears of my days
Is a thunder of accomplished rivers;
In the nostrils of my nights
An incense of irrevocable mountains.
-------pg 1029
skies may be blue;yes
(when gone are hail and sleet and snow)
but bluer than my darling's eyes,
spring skies are no
hearts may be true;yes
(by night or day in joy or woe)
but truer than your lover's is,
hearts do not grow
nows may be new;yes
(as new as april's first hello)
but new as this our thousandth kiss,
no now is so
-----pg 1036
last lines:
or only(and if because
we shall into silent go) into whitely
i shall?
go(into snow you will Go
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