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A Lullaby for the Earth
Goodnight my sweet thing, O my
charmer of mercies, with eyes as
deep
as the closing sky, eyes of
blackness
and eyes of gray sorrow, and eyes
as bright as a rainbow's smile.
Let me count ringlets, let me
count toes,
let me count valleys where nobody
goes;
let me count doorways and weeds
by the road,
and quick, drifting isles where
the sleepy child roams;
let me count faces awake in the
dark, and places
too tired to face morning.
I will bring gladness, hot tea
and toast,
warm buttered sandwiches, plump
jelly rolls;
let me bring everything I can hide
inside my satchel, forty miles
wide.
Inside
my fullness, inside my hope,
and inside the harvest of plenty.
I'll make you
safe, sweet bode
where I dream. I will bring
copper, fresh paint, and the sun.
I will bring dew for the birds
in the fields, and take all your
great wounds and bid them to rest.
Mar. 6, 2007
Bronx, NY
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(photo taken from Spuyten Duyvil in Riverdale, the Bronx)