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Posted by matt on 19 October 2007
At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?
Photo credit: Blackwater Sunrise by Mr Greenjeans
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jessie said
Matt–
Mary Oliver blogged today at Beacon Broadside, the blog of Beacon Press. She wrote a nice post about Edna St. Vincent Millay. I hope you’ll come over and check it out.
Jessica Bennett
Blog Editor, Beacon Broadside