Lichen Song

by Arthur Sze


4 a.m. I read this as my morning poem, then went into the bathroom and read the opening aloud. I read the middle section to my back door, through the kitchen window to the back yard, and closed the poem in my study and felt myself grow smaller. What a wonderful voice poem: what a wonderful morning poem.

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