Where the light is, and each thing clear,
Separate from all others, standing in its place,
I drink the time and touch whatever's near, And hope for day when the whole world has that face:
For what assures her present every year?
In dark accidents the mind's sufficient grace.


"The Beautiful American Word, Sure" - Selected Poems: Summer Knowledge (1959)

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Where the light is, and each thing clear, Separate from all others, standing in its place, I drink the time and touch whatever's near, And hope for...

Where the light is, and each thing clear, Separate from all others, standing in its place, I drink the time and touch whatever's near, And hope for...

Where the light is, and each thing clear, Separate from all others, standing in its place, I drink the time and touch whatever's near, And hope for...

Where the light is, and each thing clear, Separate from all others, standing in its place, I drink the time and touch whatever's near, And hope for...