The Sun


Have you ever seen
Anything
In your life
More wonderful

Than the way the sun,
Every evening,
Relaxed and easy,
Floats toward the horizon

And into the clouds or the hills,
Or the rumpled sea,
And is gone
And how it slides again

Out of the blackness,
Every morning,
On the other side of the world,
Like a red flower

Streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
Say, on a morning in early summer,
At its perfect imperial distance
And have you ever felt for anything
Such wild love
Do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
A word billowing enough
For the pleasure

That fills you,
As the sun
Reaches out,
As it warms you

As you stand there,
Empty-handed
Or have you too
Turned from this world

Or have you too
Gone crazy
For power,
For things?


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The Sun