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Larry Levis - Words For The AxeLarry Levis - Words For The Axe
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Each day I go further into the woods. They fall before me like a road Without stars, and without a curve. It goes on the ocean, now. And at night I fly so deeply into myself I become still. I shine under the moon Like the lost child you glimpse Beneath the ice on the one day of the year You decide to go skating. Whoever it is that holds me, my one friend, Is only a flowing of blood: And blood spreads like branches in summer, The leaves shading a house where the people Sleep, and the birds keep their distance From other birds, and it is the world. It is the world—    and where the ground was hard, I helped bury its dead, Hacking past rocks and roots until I found a place, even for them. There is no moral to my story. From the outset, I gleamed, like a sea.
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