Dawn will be the time and the forest will be the place the brook the stone in their arrest and flowing turning perpetually in the kind of grace that is simply a kind of knowing intensified around this present The woman's face halfsmiling against the stone will seal the force of the lordly surging flooding sun entering with her husbandman entering surging flooding and yet not seen and never to be told The brook its music almost lost or too serene for her to hear will in its small crook fold her on the stone Her strange halfsmile as if the earth had found its generic look will stay upon the stone a long long while. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ROCK OF AGES' by EDWARD H. RICE VERSES OCCASIONED BY THE SUDDEN DRYING UP..ST.PATRICK'S WELL by JONATHAN SWIFT ON THE LATE S.T. COLERIDGE by WASHINGTON ALLSTON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 18. HARD TO BE PLEASED by PHILIP AYRES |