Sitting awhile thinking
"Solitude Late at Night in the Woods" by Robert Bly
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The body is like a November birch facing the full moon
And reaching into the cold heavens.
In these trees there is no ambition, no sodden body, no leaves,
Nothing but bare trunks climbing like cold fire!
***II
My last walk in the trees has come. At dawn
I must return to the trapped fields,
To the obedient earth.
The trees shall be reaching all the winter.
***III
It is a joy to walk in the bare woods.
The moonlight is not broken by the heavy leaves.
The leaves are down, and touching the soaked earth,
Giving off the odors that partridges love.
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(,,) - (,,) - Chloe's alone in thoughtCome visit me, Team RAGDOLL PAWesome PURRsonality #235194, :¦:Chloe:•:(¯`v´¯):•- :208036:¦: & Team CHLOE, a PAWSitively PURRfect NAME #234964.
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11/07/2012 08:11.04 PM
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hi
what pretty coloring you have, we left a voteCome visit me, Peanut (Rest in Peace), Laci, Lucky, Charlie & Chloe.
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07/03/2012 04:19.39 PM
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