Parading

And all I ask is this—and you can see

to set my hands to work and that the moon
how far the soul, when it goes under flesh,
how far the soul, when it goes under flesh,
is not a soul, is small and creaturish—
is not a soul, is small and creaturish—
that every day the sun comes silently
that every day the sun comes silently
to set my hands to work and that the moon
to set my hands to work and that the moon
turns and returns to meet me when it’s done. —Alice Oswald
turns and returns to meet me when it’s done.
—Alice Oswald

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