spiritual language poetry & writings

notes toward a cosmic folklore – IX

 

 

Where the woods woo for seeds to see, this man’s will is tall, till

the ground turns it round thundering under the age’s rage. And

now, an immigrant of imagination with the nurture of nature,

he, cool of fool:), builds out of the age of garbage and the such-

ness of muchness a new U.S. of us whose sleep leaps into view,

the master-star of his heart’s art, a brother of many others.

 

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