Moon-in-the-Trees

------------ pg 816

Now i lay(with everywhere around)
me(the great dim deep sound
of rain;and of always and of nowhere)and

what a gently welcoming darkestness-

no i lay me down(in a most steep
more than music) feeling that sunlight is
(life and day are)only loaned:whereas
night is given(night and death and the rain

are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

now i lay me down to dream of(nothing
i or any somebody or you
can begin to begin to imagine)

something which nobody may keep.
now i lay me down to dream of Spring.

-----pg 824

who are you,little i

(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window;at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling:that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way)

----pg 828

"could that" i marvelled "be

you?"
and a chickadee
to all the world,but to me some
(by name
myself)one long ago
who had died

,replied

-------------------pg 830

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oul
der
a

drea(chipmunk)ming

----------------pg 833

one

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s

snowflake

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is upon a gra

v
es
t

one

----pg 835

(listen)

this a dog barks and
how crazily houses
eyes people smiles
faces streets
steeples are eagerly

tumbl

ing through wonder
ful sunlight
-look-
selves, stir:writhe
o-p-e-n-i-n-g

are(leaves;flowers)dreams

,come quickly come
run run
with me now
jump shout(laugh
dance cry

sing)for it's Spring

-irrevocably;
and in
earth sky trees
:every
where a miracle arrives

(yes)

you and i may not
hurry it with
a thousand poems
my darling
but nobody will stop it

With All The Policemen In The World

------pg 921

Moon-in-the-Trees,
The old canoe awaits you.
He is not, as you know, afraid of the dark,
And has unaided captured many stars.

The same tent expects your coming,
Moon-in-the-Trees.
You remember how the spruce smelled sweet
When the dawn was full of little birds?

In the ears of my days
Is a thunder of accomplished rivers;
In the nostrils of my nights
An incense of irrevocable mountains.

-------pg 1029

skies may be blue;yes
(when gone are hail and sleet and snow)
but bluer than my darling's eyes,
spring skies are no

hearts may be true;yes
(by night or day in joy or woe)
but truer than your lover's is,
hearts do not grow

nows may be new;yes
(as new as april's first hello)
but new as this our thousandth kiss,
no now is so

-----pg 1036

last lines:

or only(and if because
we shall into silent go) into whitely
i shall?
go(into snow you will Go

Pinecones

I know I'm just the weather against your window As you sleep through a winter's dream

No one can give you any advice except this, you must go
alone and you must leave all your weapons behind.
It will be very dangerous.

Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.

All things, once seen, they didn't just die, that couldn't be. It must be then that somewhere, searching the world, perhaps in the dropping multiboxed honeycombs where light was an amber sap stored by pollen-fired bees, or in the thirty thousand lenses of the noon dragonfly's gemmed skull you might find all the colors and sights of the world in any one year. Or pour one single drop of this dandelion wine beneath a microscope and perhaps the entire world of July Fourth would firework out in Vesuvius showers. This he would have to believe.
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I dare say death will be a lobster, too, and I can come to terms with it." (150)

Because up there on that roof you can see the whole town going toward the country and the country going toward the edge of the earth and the river shining, and the morning lake, and birds on the trees down under you, and the best of the wind all around above. Any one of those should be enough to make a person climb a weather vane some spring sunrise. It's a powerful hour, if you give it half a chance..."

You have a mosquito. Do you want me to get it for you? You got it.

Who can go, like, "Wow, holy"? Because if I were to look at you and just really let you be holy, I don’t know, I would, like, stop talking.

Well, you’d be in the moment, I mean ….

Yeah

The moment is holy.

Yeah, but I’d be open. And then I’d look in your eyes, and I’d cry, and I’d like feel all this stuff and that’s like not polite. I mean it would make you feel uncomfortable.

Well you could laugh too. I mean, why would you cry?

Well, ’cause … I don’t know. For me, I tend to cry.

Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other’s presence.

I don’t really know how to say it, but, um, uh, what’s it like to be a character in a dream? ‘Cause, uh, I’m not awake right now. And I haven’t even worn a watch since, like, fourth grade. I think this is the same watch too. Um, uh, yeah, I don’t even know if you’re able to answer that question, but I’m just trying to get like a sense of where I am and what’s going on.

You got vacation days then you might escape

I always figured there'd be time enough
I never let it get me down

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
...
all would be clear then

so I stand in the sun
and I breathe with my lungs
trying to spare me the weight of the truth

now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost

Well, winter’s gonna end,
I’m gonna clean these veins again.

Oh my morning's coming back, the whole world's waking up
Oh the city bus is swimming past, I'm happy just because

We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run

And it'll go like this:
While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
He says, "Death will give us back to God, just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean"

But you, but you
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook

Well all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom...
Let's have a nice clean cut

My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk...
You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk
'Til then you're invisible.

And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe
Something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind
I said "I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine
I have some where I die, I have some where we all die."

Oh I want to learn such simple things
No politics, no history
Till what I want and what I need
Can finally be the same

its just one day I fell asleep
And all day all night I dreamed
I am the first one I deceive
If I can make myself believe
The rest is easy…

To the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expands
Till we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understand
You got vacation days then you might escape

I always figured there'd be time enough
I never let it get me down

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire
...
all would be clear then

so I stand in the sun
and I breathe with my lungs
trying to spare me the weight of the truth

now you're laying in a bathtub full of freezing water
wishing you were a ghost

Well, winter’s gonna end,
I’m gonna clean these veins again.

Oh my morning's coming back, the whole world's waking up
Oh the city bus is swimming past, I'm happy just because

We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the whole
We must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soul
And to this endless race for property and privilege to be won
We must run, we must run, we must run

And it'll go like this:
While my mother waters plants, my father loads his gun
He says, "Death will give us back to God, just like the setting sun
is returned to the lonesome ocean"

But you, but you
You write such pretty words
But life's no storybook

Well all these claims at consciousness
My stray dog freedom...
Let's have a nice clean cut

My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk...
You know I'll call you eventually, when I wanna talk
'Til then you're invisible.

And each morning she wakes with a dream to describe
Something lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mind
I said "I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine
I have some where I die, I have some where we all die."

Oh I want to learn such simple things
No politics, no history
Till what I want and what I need
Can finally be the same

its just one day I fell asleep
And all day all night I dreamed
I am the first one I deceive
If I can make myself believe
The rest is easy…

To the deepest part
Of the human heart
The fear of death expands
Till we crack the code
We have always known
But could never understand