Saturday, July 22, 2006

The Natural World Like a Machine

I can't believe this weather that we've seen
For nearly fourteen months here: winter, spring,
Then summer, fall, and winter following
As if the natural world, like a machine,
Has cycles. Shouldn't summer intervene
Right now? Or is the new spring gathering
Its strength to leap, an unexpected thing,
Into the world again? What can this mean?

I'd heard that primitive societies
Believe the sunrise, always in the east,
Can be predicted, and they hold a feast
To celebrate midsummer's short night. Please!
This is the stuff of first-rate parodies,
Or tragedies, or guessing games at least.

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