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I have a life that did not become	A
that turned aside and stopped	B
astonished	C
I hold it in me like a pregnancy or	D
as on my lap a child	E
not to grow old but dwell on	F
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it is to his grave I most	G
frequently return and return	H
to ask what is wrong what was	I
wrong to see it all by	J
the light of a different necessity	K
but the grave will not heal	L
and the child	E
stirring must share my grave	M
with me an old man having	N
gotten by on what was left	O
	-
when I go back to my home country in these	P
fresh far away days its convenient to visit	Q
everybody aunts and uncles those who used to say	R
look how hes shooting up and the	S
trinket aunts who always had a little	T
something in their pocketbooks cinnamon bark	U
or a penny or nickel and uncles who	V
were the rumored fathers of cousins	W
who whispered of them as of great if	X
troubled presences and school	Y
	-
teachers just about everybody older	Z
and some younger collected in one place	A2
waiting particularly but not for	D
me mother and father there too and others	B2
close close as burrowing	N
under skin all in the graveyard	C2
assembled done for the world they	R
used to wield have trouble and joy	D2
in gone	E2
	-
the child in me that could not become	A
was not ready for others to go	F2
to go on into change blessings and	G2
horrors but stands there by the road	H2
where the mishap occurred crying out for	D
help come and fix this or we	K
cant get by but the great ones who	V
were to return they could not or did	I2
not hear and went on in a flurry and	G2
now I say in the graveyard here	J2
lies the flurry now it cant come	A
back with help or helpful asides now	K2
we all buy the bitter	Z
incompletions pick up the knots of	L2
horror silently raving and go on	F
crashing into empty ends not	M2
completions not rondures the fullness	N2
has come into and spent itself from	A
	-
I stand on the stump	O2
of a child whether myself	P2
or my little brother who died and	G2
yell as far as I can I cannot leave this place for	D
for me it is the dearest and the worst	Q2
it is life nearest to life which is	R2
life lost it is my place where	S2
I must stand and fail	T2
calling attention with tears	U2
to the branches not lofting	F2
boughs into space to the barren	V2
air that holds the world that was my world	W2
	-
though the incompletions	U2
completions burn out	X2
standing in the flash high burn	H
momentary structure of ash still it	Y2
is a picture book letter perfect	Z2
Easter morning I have been for a	S
walk the wind is tranquil the brook	F2
works without flashing in an abundant	A3
tranquility the birds are lively with	B3
voice I saw something I had	C3
never seen before two great birds	U2
maybe eagles blackwinged whitenecked	C3
and headed came from the south oaring	F2
the great wings steadily they went	C3
directly over me high up and kept on	F
due north but then one bird	C3
the one behind veered a little to the	S
left and the other bird kept on seeming	F2
not to notice for a minute the first	C3
began to circle as if looking for	D
something coasting resting its wings	U2
on the down side of some of the circles	U2
the other bird came back and they both	D3
circled looking perhaps for a draft	C3
they turned a few more times possibly	K
risingat least clearly resting	F2
then flew on falling into distance till	E3
they broke across the local bush and	C3
trees it was a sight of bountiful	T
majesty and integrity the having	F2
patterns and routes breaking	F2
from them to explore other patterns or	D
better ways to routes and then the	S
return a dance sacred as the sap in	F3
the trees permanent in its descriptions	U2
as the ripples round the brooks	U2
ripplestone fresh as this particular	Z
flood of burn breaking across us now	K2
from the sun	V2

A. R. Ammons

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