The posture of the tree Shows the prevailing wind; And ours, long misery When you are long unkind.
But forward, look, we lean— Not backward as in doubt— And still with branches green Ride our ill weather out.
“I try to cultivate the music of language, which is not just sounds. It’s also meaning and implication. It’s also nuance. It’s also a kind of angular suggestion.”
Nathaniel Mackey
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