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NOW shall I walk
Two roads diverged in a
yellow wood,
We shall not cease from
exploration
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What is
Art? Here is my answer; Alfred Barron
To walk abroad is, not with eyes,
Legs hold a
torso away from the earth. And you
left off the head here,
A moose
walks into the living room, and stands among my family drinking cocktails. We put down our glasses. This is why the vines have been coming in the
kitchen windows, why last week the bathroom ceiling fell in. Brother
gets into the car, then mother, father; with only a suitcase full of ribbons
I am ready to go. The moose can have the house now. My foot is
on fire, and the moon is in the backyard singing. Get up from the
poem. Get up before it's too late, walk with your lamp off through the
fields of the first light, to where the birds sing in the dark, and the dew
is on the grass.
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Place Odyssey and the Art of Walking
© 2008 Adrianna Hirtler