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I collapsed into nothingness - spent - and lay buried for many days, kin to the worms and beetles, and soft sweet earth. I wandered in the ethers, quietly, treading softly on all the wounded ghosts. |
In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood - - A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the wren Beasts of the hills and serpents of the den.
Theodore Roethke |
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