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Heather McHugh
LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE
LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE
LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE
Things are notunmoving (or else what
is ing inside them for?)
The things once-living
fall on the never-living all
the more movingly for the eye
that passes over them.
The wind wells up
to spill a trail
of onces off the nevers,
take opaque from eye
to mind, or near it—
every rocking takes
some leaving to
a stonish spirit.
© 2007, Heather McHugh
From: Poetry, Vol. 191, No. 2, November
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
From: Poetry, Vol. 191, No. 2, November
Publisher: Poetry, Chicago
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LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE
Things are notunmoving (or else what
is ing inside them for?)
The things once-living
fall on the never-living all
the more movingly for the eye
that passes over them.
The wind wells up
to spill a trail
of onces off the nevers,
take opaque from eye
to mind, or near it—
every rocking takes
some leaving to
a stonish spirit.
From: Poetry, Vol. 191, No. 2, November
LEAF LITTER ON ROCK FACE
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