Poetry Friday

~ A. R. Ammons ~

It was May before my
attention came
to spring and
my word I said
to the southern slopes
I’ve missed it, it
came and went before
I got right to see:

don’t worry, said the mountain,
try the later northern slopes
or if

you can climb, climb
into spring: but
said the mountain

it’s not that way
with all things, some
that go are gone

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