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The moon drops one or two feathers into the fiels.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are, the moon's young, trying
Their wings.
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe

Or move.
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Dan Hise 17 November 2013

A poem about the otherness of the world, a strangeness that may be transcended temporarily by one who has the proper amount of humility and acceptance. Compare Danse Russe by W. C. Williams.

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Jerry Buckley 09 February 2010

James Wright is an icon for the generation. Worthy of full consideration by anyboyd who claims to love poetry.

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