I went to the edge of the wilderness
Over and over again—I took from that cave
The green light full in my eyes, under that wave,
That never quite broke, I stood my ground
On the safe shorn field, never quite drowned,
Though the goldenrod foamed in my face, though I put
One arm in up to the shoulder, and dipped my foot
Into blue shadow; but always my heart turned back.
My heart would remember the wistful track
Of a wheel in a road, my heart would recall
The hood on a haystack, the stones in a wall.
Again and again my heart would recover
The lonely mind that over and over
Went down to the edge of the wilderness.
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