Godless, but not gone.
Thoughtless and thankless but not wrong,
and down in Mississippi
I gave my song away,
Down below the line I drew
to keep myself at bay.
Somehow, less than two years later,
southern sawdust saw us blind
in a clearing in a sparser place
than ever I intended.
What a woman! What a night!
This thing that I defended
is godless, but not gone;
intelligent and radiant and strong,
enveloping the wooded skyline
with joyous shadows long
and lengthening.
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a