Miracles, the investment of miracles
In your fingers, in the street, The investment of miracles in your Bones, the fat of the wheat, The return of the crown, the Lebanon Cedars, the flash, the world Renewed with no warning, no splash, The ten dimensions uncoiled, The submarine canyon, the island Crest, the native and the tribe, The crystalline snow that fills the north The neutrinos in a furious diatribe, Every flock and every quantum foam Is part of our theater. Everything Is a bracelet, the laws of repulsion And attraction, the resonance of Ming Ceramics. And every false eye lined With kohl that looks away rejoices In feldspar and fool’s gold. Only The collapse of the hill will dim the voices, The voices of the wind and the stream, So that the cedar totters, which relied On soil and sun, on water, air, Where the icy stream flowed wide.
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Yaacov David Shulman
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