Agnes Clark Poems
- Blemished Memory If I could grasp the nature of the loss, ...
- Friday Time Divided There were the sharp black peaks upon ...
- Redeemed Someplace along the time-worn way the gifts I ...
- Serenity Can we believe, against all disbelief, against the...
- Silver Dust Once this fine-ground dust was a dancing ...
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If I could grasp the nature of the loss,
then I might plan a journey and a search.
My emissary dreams fly back, across
a length of years and lands, and lightly perch
on a remembered twig and scan the past.
It may have been a face, a place, a key,
a rosy bit of feldspar, or a last
unspotted page of childhood diary.
I only know I lost beside a river
a shred of life my quiet labors need.
Bird-thoughts and I have long tried to discover
something elusive as a mustard seed.
It could be that one day the river stole
and carried to the endless sea my soul.