Kenneth Rexroth Poems

The stars of the Great Bear drift apart
The Horse and the Rider together northeastward
Alpha and Omega asunder
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There are sparkles of rain on the bright
Hair over your forehead;
Your eyes are wet and your lips
Wet and cold, your cheek rigid with cold.
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It is spring once more in the Coast Range
Warm, perfumed, under the Easter moon.
The flowers are back in their places.
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A thing unknown for years,
Rain falls heavily in June,
On the ripe cherries, and on
The half cut hay.
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It is the dark of the moon.
Late at night, the end of summer,
The autumn constellations
Glow in the arid heaven.
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Uniformly over the whole countryside
The warm air flows imperceptibly seaward;
The autumn haze drifts in deep bands
Over the pale water;
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For a month now, wandering over the Sierras,
A poem had been gathering in my mind,
Details of significance and rhythm,
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Under the orchards, under
The tree strung vines, little blue
Figures are making hay, high
On the steep hillsides above
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You were a girl of satin and gauze
Now you are my mountain and waterfall companion.
Long ago I read those lines of Po Chu I
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The glow of my campfire is dark red and flameless,
The circle of white ash widens around it.
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