Another Night in the Ruins 7 - Galway Kinnell


 How many nights must it take one such as me to learn
that we aren't, after all, made
from that bird that flies out of its ashes,
that for us

as we go up in flames, our one work
is
to open ourselves, to be
the flame?

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