CONTOURS
by: Zona Gale (1874-1938)
- AM
glad of the straight lines of the rain;
- Of the free blowing curves of the grain;
- Of the perilous swirling and curling of fire;
- The sharp upthrust of a spire;
- Of the ripples on the river
- Where the patterns curl and quiver
- And sun thrills;
- Of the innumerable undulations of the hills.
- But the true line is drawn from my spirit to some infinite
outward place...
- That line I cannot trace.
"Contours" is reprinted
from The Secret Way. Zona Gale. New York: Macmillan Co.,
1921. |
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