2021.05.01.
I Often Encountered the Evil of Living
I often encountered the evil of living:it was the choked brook that gurgles,
it was the curling of the sun-parched
leaf, it was the horse that collapses.
The good I did not know, beyond the miracle
unfolded by divine Indifference:
it was the statue in the drowsiness
of midday, and the cloud, and the hawk soaring high