The river is so large
\nso deep so wide
\nwe set our compass
\nwrong:<\/p>\n
we think of north
\nwhen it’s north-west
\nand south
\nwhen it’s south-east.<\/p>\n
We stand with our backs
\nto it and paint of barns;
\nso awed, afraid, to try
\nto paint this river.<\/p>\n
It is as huge
\nas the sun and moon
\nand other people’s mountains
\nand prairie sky here.<\/p>\n
It is our undreamed dream
\nour gravity our helm;
\nit is too big for humans:
\nour angel, St. Lawrence.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The river is so large so deep so wide we set our compass wrong: we think of north when it’s north-west and south when it’s south-east. We stand with our backs to it and paint of barns; so awed, afraid, … Continue reading