Unformatted text preview: Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves, Memory by memory the mind— A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs. * A poem should be equal to: Not true. For all the history of grief An empty doorway and a maple leaf. For love The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea— A poem should not mean But be....
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- Spring '08
- Tone, Plant morphology, Archibald MacLeish, Ars Poetica, casement ledges