Poem Day, Snow Edition


Birds small enough to nest in our young cypress
Are physicians to us


They burst from the tree exactly
Where the mind ends and the eye sees


Another world the equal of this one
Though only a small boy naked in the sun


Glad day glad day I was born
Sparrow hatted old New York


And the physician who brought me
Drowned under sail next day in a calm sea


There are birds small enough to live forever
Where the mind ends and where


My love and I once planted a cypress
Which is God to us

– Donald Revell

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