EMILY CARR

 

 

                                     



DEER LESSON

 

 

The Sun spilt Herself
Down—the Middle her Whole
Body—Hummed

(It's no lie God
Left—Your Animal, unexplained.)

Submerged—in a Sea
of Grass—A Splatter of—
Bluer

Turns the Water—to
Soft Fire.

As seen—over the
Horizon—of the World
Without—a Map






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MUSE METHODS

 

 

the sunlight more                or less drags you
around the room by            your hair it
more or less               kills   you with delight
to be no one's—                 you say to God what
is it                I was born for when  this
day yesterday is every                                  day

 

 

                                                                                                      

 

      

 

                                   

 

 


TYPO 27