Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

A.R. Ammons poem "Driving Through"

Driving Through
In the desert midnight I said
taking out my notebook I
    am astonished
though widely travelled having
seen Empire State and Palestine, Texas
and San Miguel de Allende
to mention extremes
and sharpened my pencil on the sole
    of my shoe
The mountains running skidded
over the icy mirages of the moon
and fell down tumbling
    laughing for breath
on the cool dunes
The stone mosaics of the flattest
places (parting lake-gifts) grouped
    in colors and
played games at imagery: a green
tiger with orange eyes, an Orpheus
with moving fingers
    Fontal the shrubs flooded
everything with cool
I sat down against a brimming smoketree
to watch and morning found the
desert reserved
trembling at its hot and rainless task
    Driving through
you would never suspect
the midnight rite or seeing my lonely house
guess it will someday hold
laurel and a friend
in Collected Poems: 1971-1971,
orig. in Corsons Inlet (Cornell U P, 1965)

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