Wednesday, October 24, 2012

EARTH ~








 If the Owl Calls Again
by John Haines



at dusk
from the island in the river,
and it's not too cold,


I'll wait for the moon
to rise,
then take wing and glide
to meet him.


We will not speak,
but hooded against the frost
soar above
the alder flats, searching
with tawny eyes.


And then we'll sit
in the shadowy spruce and
pick the bones
of careless mice,


while the long moon drifts
toward Asia
and the river mutters
in its icy bed.


And when morning climbs
the limbs
we'll part without a sound,
fullfilled, floating
homeward as
the cold world awakens.


_____________________


from ~
Winter News
(Wesleyan, 1962)





The poet's studio Richardson, Alaska



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