rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Winters

ALONE

by Yvor Winters


I, one who never speaks,
Listened days in summer trees,
Each day a rustling leaf!
Then, in time, my unbelief
Grew like my running:
My own eyes did not exist!
When I struck I never missed!
Noon, felt and far away,
My brain is a thousand bees.


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