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Since that first morning when I crawled into

Since that first morning when I crawled
into the world a naked grubby thing
and found the world unkind
my dearest faith has been that this
is but a trial I shall be changed.
In my imaginings I have already spent
my brooding winter underground
unfolded silky powdered wings and climbed
into the air free as a puff of cloud
to sail over the steaming fields
alighting anywhere I pleased
thrusting into deep tubular flowers.

It is not so there may be nectar
in those cups but not for me.
All day all night I carry on my back
embedded in my flesh two rows
of little white cocoons
so neatly stacked
they look like eggs in a crate.
And I am eaten half away.

If I can gather strength enough
I""ll try to burrow under a stone
and spin myself a purse
in which to sleep away the cold
though when the sun kisses the earth
again I know I won""t be there.
Instead out of my chrysalis
will break like robbers from a tomb
a swarm of parasitic flies
leaving my wasted husk behind.

Sir you with the red snippers
in your hand hovering over me
casting your shadow I greet you
whether you come as an angel of death
or of mercy. But tell me
before you choose to slice me in two
Who can understand the ways
of the Great Worm in the Sky?

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by:- admin posted in:- stanley kunitz

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