Second Antiphon In The Style Of Hildegard - Poem by Anne Higgins
O You who squeeze the wind
until she howls,
who wring the rain until
send electric waves
rushing through the cord
to jolt the vacuum cleaner
to roaring life,
I praise your power
moving in the homeliest of things.
Roses on couch cushions,
Lamp stands, small city gardens,
bath water slipping down the drain,
steel wool scouring egg crust off the iron frying pan.
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