Rapids
by A. R. AmmonsOriginal Language English
Fall's leaves are redder than
spring's flowers, have no pollen,
and also sometimes fly, as the wind
schools them out or down in shoals
or droves: though I
have not been here long, I can
look up at the sky at night and tell
how things are likely to go for
the next hundred million years:
the universe will probably not find
a way to vanish nor I
in all that time reappear.
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Collected Poems: 1951 - 1971 | Brink Road: Poems | Selected Poems | The Poetry of Impermanence, Mindfulness, and Joy | A Coast of Trees: Poems by A R Ammons |
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