This Black Rich Country Dispossess me of belief: between life and me obtrude no symbolic forms: grant me no mission: let my mystical talents be beasts in dark trees: thin the wire I limp in space, melt it with quick heat, let me walk or fall alone: fail me in all comforts: hide renown behind the tomb: withdraw beyond all reach of faith: leave me this black rich country, uncertainty, labor, fear: do not steal the rewards of my mortality. A.R. Ammons [This Black, Rich Country] [An Improvisation For Angular Momentum] [Home]   [Poetry]   [Short Stories] [Quotes]   [Philosophy]   [Biographies] [Links]   [Copyright]   [Contact]    [Site Index] <top>