Light, and My Sudden Face I am the man whose heart for four days lost in a cave beat when the water dripped: I was found, and the water stopped, never to start again. Now even the cave is lost where the lost, in order to hear, held the whole breath of the earth. In the night I strike a match, one little glory, a flame the world surrounds, a stutter that leaps as the light goes out and the trail to the cave begins: impenetrably disguised as myself I range the whole world in the dark William Stafford
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