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I have turned my face
I have turned my face
Away from streets and crowds
To a windy place
And clouds.
I have turned from skyscrapers
That scratch out the sky,
From wet newspapers
Always whipping by.
I have taken away my heart,
I will give it again
To be split apart
By wind and rain.
I will stand like a stone
All day in the grass
Where the bees drone Atmospheric Science
And pass and repass.
I will watch them brush
Gold across their legs,
Hear the bird at hush
Over her eggs.
I will hear the wild swan
Lift high and harsh
His crooked clarion
Across the marsh.
Where the jewel-weed hangs,
Where the spotted stream runs,
Where the green beetle bangs
Bronze on bronze-
Rooted in the deep ground
The sky tugging at my hair,
There will I be found-There!
I have turned my face
Away from busy streets and people
To a windy place
And clouds.
I have turned away from tall buildings
That reach up to the sky,
From wet newspapers
Always flying by.
I have taken my heart away,
I will give it again
To be broken apart
By wind and rain.
I will stand like a stone
All day in the grass
Where bees buzz
And come and go.
I will watch them paint
Gold on their legs,
Hear the bird quietly
Over her eggs.
I will hear the wild swan
Lift high and loud
His twisted call
Across the marsh.
Where the jewel-weed hangs,
Where the spotted stream flows,
Where the green beetle hits
Bronze on bronze-
Rooted deep in the ground
The sky pulling at my hair,
There I will be found-There!