original as water, plain as air

one of my favourite poems by michael parr, my son bought me this poem book

original as water

plain as air

there is no other

in these wits as you are

sweeter than grass

holier than soil

you have an iron grace

and stiff-necked soul

and here now the daily blood

sings within the heart

whispers and smokes and bleeds

in shadow and dream and hurt

that has made me fine at last

that makes you live

all that I have that I have lost

to the ends of love

taken from the green fig tree by michael parr


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