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As the plump squirrel scampers
Across the roof of the corncrib,
The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness,
And I see that it is impossible to die.
Each moment of time is a mountain.
An eagle rejoices in the oak trees of heaven,
Crying
This is what I wanted.
"Today I Was So Happy, So I Made This Poem" by James Wright, from The Branch Will Not Break. © Wesleyan University Press, 1963.
Photograph: "Moonrise Over a Barn," by Mike Coll, 2003 (originally black and white).
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