Course to the Pond
As if the sun was withdrawing
In the last book of an evening
With a few feet distant
As if laboring
With some remote horizon
I heard a prudent man found himself
Planning and contriving
Against his will
All dark-colored
And saturated with dew
I saw the axe out again
I heard him express wonder
His gnarled rind serving
The god of loons
Snapping the air
Pressed by a spring fire
Burst from the point of a belt
Another year's life
Gone and come with a smile
And the course to the pond
We should be so idle
To try all that we are
At length
At any rate
To cut off the top
Of the thick woods south
To fain turn over
Unobscured by weeds
To know the hall
Know them breaking ground
Village and trowel
Fishes and judges
Judges and jays
Wind away
Wind away
Credits
- Walden by Henry David Thoreau
- Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carrol
- Markov poems
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