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DO MY BELLS RING HOURLY IN THE WHITE AIR THAT SURROUNDS YOU?
- University Press of Colorado
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44 DO MY BELLS RING HOURLY IN THE WHITE AIR THAT SURROUNDS YOU? For this fire quells and is civil. For this blood is rinsed into clear water. The twitchy palms of the asthmatic open skyward— O, miserable garden, turn inward, turn unward, Your blanched leaves knurling, making the fragile visible— For who cannot see beauty in the slaughter, The viscous scudding on the killing floor As turkey buzzards work the elegant thermals. I’m standing in the river, in the blood of the river. My breath goes forward and does not come back. It crosses the floodplain and crosses the boundary And enters the time zone of God. ...
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