
All the Intensity Was Not in Vain
Outside the Aurelian walls of Rome
I saw
A blue-winged black crow
Pecking a lump
Of dark brown ploughed earth.
I walked
Between the furrows and upturned pink stones,
Gathered
Into my body and my brain
The blue of the crow’s wings.
I gathered the blue
To bring the blue
To her with pale blue eyes,
Her of the river
And of the wind.
I still have the blue inside my brain,
Inside my body.
Duane Locke
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