The wolf is still under the blanket and a thousand questions are needed to grasp it even if the desire is to believe in everything at once uttering a quiet, intense thanks the unity of the sand, the right hand touching the luminous left on the Egyptian statues a calm that remains, blooms again in the rite, this June it's an answered prayer the schoolmistress, the little stairs the hair color is in the womb and then the golden instant, the lemon's dark green. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HER MERRIMENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM by EDGAR ALLAN POE SPRING IN NEW ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |