Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview

Anger at Time and Space

I am sad that I am angry at time and space.

in the new windowed gloom brilliant as through

water sun out of the green trees

the children in the hospital newly singing

the killing of the year by the rock of ages, a

living being

untouched by the weight pressing on his back,

his arm

reaching to grope, to swim, to embrace, larger

than

Atlas, weaker than Christ, bending as he would

naturally

if there were no rock, living without the rock

 books and thoughts and news and work a jumbled

path through

summer fields, always old, always ahead, always

to be encountered

 in time a drop of water

the April air is clear and it is raining in the

green fields

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