This poem is taken from PN Review 219, Volume 41 Number 1, September - October 2014.
Two Poems
Thousandfold
Thousandfold the light
encompasses us
patiently
against our mortal
impatience.
We are human,
thus destitute.
Awkward we fumble
with our small
offerings
to the everyday,
crumbs, petals, dust.
What do we sift over,
what should we keep,
what turn to gold,
give thanks for,
render thousandfold
...
Thousandfold the light
encompasses us
patiently
against our mortal
impatience.
We are human,
thus destitute.
Awkward we fumble
with our small
offerings
to the everyday,
crumbs, petals, dust.
What do we sift over,
what should we keep,
what turn to gold,
give thanks for,
render thousandfold
...
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