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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

NIGHT CROW BY THEODORE ROETHKE

diane burns, row of crows


             NIGHT CROW

            When I see that clumsy crow

            Flap from a wasted tree,

            A shape in the mind rose up:

            Over the gulfs of dream

            Flew a tremendous bird

            Further and further away

            Into a moonless black,

            Deep in the brain, far back.


                    ---Theodore Roethke



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