Dear Woman Who Feared for Her Life
Rawson, Eric
Dear Woman Who Feared for Her Life Was that a whippoorwill You heard among the sparkling trees, An omen of delight? The fireflies weave through leaf And fern, amazing. The bird cries Her single...
...No one works out the pain...
...Eric RawsonRawson...
...The thinnest moon lights your Bones when you stand still in your life, Dreamlike but not a dream...
...Along the branches, buds Of darkness burst into the spring...
...No one knows how the days Arise from nothing-breath Of God-and return to nothing...
...The bird cries Her single note of gold...
Vol. 130 • June 2003 • No. 12
