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So here the great man stood	A
fermenting malice and poems	B
we have to be nearly as fierce	C
against ourselves as he	D
not to misread by their disguises	E
Blue in dawn haze the tamarack	F
across the road is new since Frost	G
and thirty feet tall already	D
No doubt he liked to scorch off	H
morning fog by simply staring through it	I
long enough so that what he saw	J
grew visible Watching the dragon	K
come out of the Notch his children	K
used to call it And no wonder	L
he chose a climate whose winter	L
and house whose isolation could be	D
stern enough to his wrath and pity	D
as to make them seem survival skills	M
he'd learned on the job farming	F
fifty acres of pasture and woods	N
For cash crops he had sweat and doubt	O
and moralizing rage those staples	P
of the barter system And these swift	Q
and aching summers like the blackberries	R
I've been poaching down the road	S
from the house where no one's home	T
acid at first and each little globe	U
of the berry too taut and distinct	V
from the others then they swell to hold	W
the riot of their juices and briefly	D
the fat berries are perfected to my taste	X
and then they begin to leak and blob	Y
and under their crescendo of sugar	L
I can taste how they make it through winter	L
By the time I'm back from a last	Z
six berry raid it's almost dusk	F
and more and more mosquitos	A2
will race around my ear their tiny engines	B2
the speedboats of the insect world	C2
I won't be longer on the porch	D2
than it takes to look out once	E2
and see what I've taught myself	F2
in two months here to discern	G2
night restoring its opacities	E2
though for an instant as intense	E2
and evanescent as waking from a dream	H2
of eating blackberries and almost	I2
being able to remember it I think	F
I see the parts haze dusk light	J2
broken into grains fatigue	F
the mineral dark of the White Mountains	E2
the wavering shadows steadying themselves	E2
separate then joined then seamless	E2
the way in fact Frost's great poems	E2
like all great poems conceal	K2
what they merely know to be	D
predicaments However long	F
it took to watch what I thought	L2
I saw it was dark when I was done	K
everywhere and on the porch	D2
and since nothing stopped	M2
my sight I let it go	F
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William Matthews

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