I've done it now. I've come back where something good is my desire. And now, though at first I didn't know, It has happened. I like it and gather it up. I crawled off and I couldn't stand it. I thought of my house and I went there. When I saw my house I couldn't stand it. I turned around and talked to myself. I remembered you. The water runs quickly. The water plants grow. I like it and gather it up. Small trout are swept backward downstream. There is my wind and it reaches me. So very nicely and wetly it blows. There is my cloud and it reaches me So very nicely and wetly. I like it and gather it up. Now I turn homeward On the homeward road. 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...GHOSTS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE LEAVES FIRST by CARL PHILLIPS |