Alfred Kreymborg

(1883-1966 / United States)

Animals - Poem by Alfred Kreymborg

What animal you are
or whether you are
an animal, I
am too dumb to tell.
Some moments,
I feel you've come out of the earth,
out of some cool white stone
deep down in the earth.
Or there brushes past
and lurks in a corner
the thought
that you slipped from a tree
when the earth stopped spinning,
that a blue shell brought you
when the sea tired waltzing.
You might be a mouse,
the dryad of a woodpecker,
or a pure tiny fish dream;
you might be something dropped from the sky,
not a god-child-
I wouldn't have you that-
nor a cloud-
though I love clouds.
You're something not a bird,
I can tell.
If I could find you somewhere
of me, I might tell-
but inside?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 22, 2010

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