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FURTHER READING
Poems by David Lee
Driving and Drinking [North to Parowan Gap]
Loading a Boar
Psalm of Home Redux
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Parowan Canyon

 
by David Lee

When granite and sandstone begin to blur
and flow, the eye rests on cool white aspen.
Strange, their seeming transparency.
How as in a sudden flash one remembers
a forgotten name, so the recollection. Aspen.
With a breeze in them, their quiet rhythms,
shimmering, quaking. Powder on the palm.
Cool on the cheek. Such delicacy
the brittle wood, limbs snapping
at a grasp, whole trees tumbling in the winds.
Sweet scent on a swollen afternoon.
Autumn, leaves falling one upon another, gold
rains upon a golden earth. How at evening
when the forest darkens, aspen do not.
And a white moon rises and silver stars
point toward the mountain, darkness
holds them so pale.
They stand still, very still.






From So Quietly the Earth by David Lee. Copyright 2004 David Lee. Used by permission of Copper Canyon Press. All rights reserved.
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