But for all its gesture
to the wild, nothing
comes more human
than this: “refuge,”
an oblong of mercy sliced
from the map.
Where hosts and dominions
of snow geese
billow and gleam
by water’s edge,
I think of Lear, dead
Cordelia in his arms.
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But for all its gesture
to the wild, nothing
comes more human
than this: “refuge,”
an oblong of mercy sliced
from the map.
Where hosts and dominions
of snow geese
billow and gleam
by water’s edge,
I think of Lear, dead
Cordelia in his arms.