The neat sky was tall, full of sliding birds. I was sunk low in the wet trees, surrounded by brown grass and butterflies. I had no castle to look at. I was out of my mind. Without tenderness, I was out of breath. In my memory the city continued to tease. 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...TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT AMORETTI: 37 by EDMUND SPENSER THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS' by SARA TEASDALE |