Saturday, July 04, 2009
Riddle
Richard Wilbur, Riddle:
Albert Bierstadt, My Camp in the Rocky Mountains
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Where far in forest I am laid,
In a place ringed around by stones,
Do not look for melancholy shade,
And have no thoughts of buried bones;
For I am bodiless and bright,
And fill this glade with sudden glow;
The leaves are washed in under-light;
Shade lies upon the boughs like snow.
