An Enchanted Clearing High in the Cascades, which is currently not accessible because of the weather
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Tonight, the Infinitesimal
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them--
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
From "I am Vertical" by Sylvia Plath
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