It is spring, and the night wind
is moist with the smell of turned loam
and the early flowers;
the moon pours out its beauty
which you see as beauty finally, warm and offering everything.
You have only to take.
is moist with the smell of turned loam
and the early flowers;
the moon pours out its beauty
which you see as beauty finally, warm and offering everything.
You have only to take.
( Margaret Atwood )
[ Selected Poems II: 1976 - 1986 ]
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