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The Sun on Your Shoulder Poem

The Sun on Your Shoulder Poem

We lie together in the grass,
sleep awhile and wake,
look up at the cloverheads
and arrowy blades,
the pale, furred undersides
of leaves and clouds.
Strange to be a seed, and the whole
ascent still before us,
as in childhood
when everything is near
or very far,
and the crawling insect
a lesson in silence.
And maybe not again
that look clear as water,
the sun on your shoulder,
when we rise,
shaked free of the grass,
tall in the first green morning.

John Haines
from The Owl in the Mask of the Dreamer: Collected Poems

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