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The Twin Falls They fall through my life and surround me Where I stand on a stone held between them, And help them sing down the lifting Ofleaves in the springtime valley. IfI move my bare arms, the wings Ofwater shake and are whiter. I dance on the unshaken stone And the rock rises up in my voice As water the shape ofmy shoulders Falls past without passing or moving. Lifting up the blind spirit ofbedrock, My voice falls in waves on the green Held up in a storm to receive it, Where trees with their roots in my standing Are singing it back to surround me And telling me how my light body Falls through the still years ofmy life On great, other wings than its own. The Hospital Window I have just come down from my father. Higher and higher he lies Above me in a blue light Shed by a tinted window. I drop through six white floors And then step out onto pavement. Still feeling my father ascend, I start to cross the firm street, My shoulder blades shining with all The glass the huge building can raise. Now I must tum round and face it, And know his one pane from the others. Drowning with Others / I I 8 Each window possesses the sun As though it burned there on a wick. I wave, like a man catching fire. All the deep-dyed windowpanes flash, And, behind them, all the white rooms They turn to the color ofHeaven. Ceremoniously, gravely, and weakly, Dozens ofpale hands are waving Back, from inside their flames. Yet one pure pane among these Is the bright, erased blankness ofnothing. I know that my father is there, In the shape ofhis death still living. The traffic increases around me Like a madness called down on my head. The horns blast at me like shotguns, And drivers lean out, driven crazyBut now my propped-up father Lifts his arm out ofstillness at last. The light from the window strikes me And I turn as blue as a soul, As the moment when I was born. I am not afraid for my fatherLook ! He is grinning; he is not Mraid for my life, either, As the wild engines stand at my knees Shredding their gears and roaring, And I hold each car in its place For miles, inciting its horn To blow down the walls ofthe world That the dying may float without fear In the bold blue gaze ofmy rather. Slowly I move to the sidewalk With my pin-tingling hand half dead At the end ofmy bloodless arm. I carry it offin amazement, The Hospital Window / I I9 High, still higher, still waving, My recognized face fully mortal, Yet not; not at all, in the pale, Drained, otherworldly, stricken, Created hue ofstained glass. I have just come down from my father. Drowning with Others / I2 0 ...

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