“A white crowned night sparrow sings as the moon sets. Thunder growls far off. Our campfire is a single light. Amongst a hundred peaks and waterfalls. The manifold voices of falling water Take all night. Wrapped in your down bag Starlight on you cheeks and eyelids Your breath comes and goes In a tiny cloud in the frosty night. Ten thousand birds sing in the sunrise. Ten thousand years revolve without change. All this will never be again.” YearsLightNightTimeFallVoiceWaterWhiteThousandMoonTenBirdHundredBreathsCloudsTinyBagsCheeksSunriseThousand YearsThunderAll NightComes And GoesSparrowsWaterfallsEyelidsManifoldStarlightCampfireFalling Water Book:The Collected Shorter Poems Source: The Collected Shorter Poems
“The basic line in any good verse is cadenced... building it around the natural breath structures of speech.” NaturalLinesBuildingSpeechBreathsStructureVerses Author:Kenneth Rexroth
