Long before springking of the black cranesrises one dayfrom the blackneedle’s eyeon the white plainunder the white skythe crown turnsand the eyedrilled clear through his headturnsit is north everywherecome out he sayscome out thenthe light is not yetdividedit is a long wayto the firstanythingcome even sowe will startbring your nights with you—W.S. MerwinThe Carriers of Ladders,Pulitzer Prize for poetry, 1971

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