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Winter: LI 

Nathaniel Dolton-Thornton | Poetry

There is a Great Year, whose winter is a great flood and whose summer is a world conflagration. In these alternating periods the world is now going up in flames, now turning to water.

—Heraclitus, On Nature 

A yard like another year’s garden
a plum tree like a plum tree, sparrows

like flocks of leaves scattering
as planes pass like pruning shears overhead

cutting off our sense of our sense of ourselves
we’ll trim the bunchgrasses tomorrow

every muscle feels
the tense we live in