When I woke up I was in a forest. The dark
seemed natural, the sky through the pine trees
thick with many lights.
I knew nothing; I could do nothing but see.
And as I watched, all the lights of heaven
faded to make a single thing, a fire
burning through the cool firs. ...(more)
From "Trillium" by Louise Glück. Complete poem at Poetry Foundation.
Photo of a painted trillium from Wikimedia Commons.
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