Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Elegance
No elegance is
ascribed to sweat: dripping from
the carpenter's nose
onto the clean ply-
wood. Yet I recall in my
big sheepskin how I
sweated in the snow,
heaving the axe and peavey,
and how sweet it was.
And how jubilee
cried in jay-song to the gray
sky, and the white owl
sailed on extended
wings unerringly among
the snow-clad spruces.
by Hayden Carruth
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