Tuesday, April 16, 2013

April 16

If the rain is everywhere and it is we will soon
be taking to the boats and carrying with us only
our most precious and lightest things: the birds,
in pairs or in large flocks, two or three photos,
the complete poems of Emily Dickinson, the
young dog and the old dog, and the air around
us and in us, which contains all that we are
and everything we can hope to remember.

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