Tuesday, April 26, 2016

№ 265. Awake and Asleep


I lay on a dune and slept,
Sharp grasses by my head:
While armies far-off warred and wept,
I joined the earth instead. . .
Until I moved my hand
And was awake again
And shook myself out of the sand
To the cold wind of men.

Harold Witter Bynner
From A Canticle of Pan, 1920

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