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by rain70

Posted to Poetry on 2003-03-20 10:51:00

IT PLEASES

Far above the dome
Of the capitol-
It’s true!
A large bird soars
Against white cloud,
Wings arced,
Sailing easy in this
Humid Southern sun-blurred
Breeze-
The dark suited policeman
Watches tourist cars-

And the center,
The center of power is nothing!
Nothing here.
Old white stone domes,
Strangely quiet people,

Earth-sky-bird patterns
Idly interlacing

The world does what It pleases.



-Gary Snyder
From Turtle Island


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