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55 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1972
THE FENCE
The day the fence was finally in
And I could see to every side
The wire that glittered fierce and thin,
The sturdy posts among the leaves,
I felt a curious change begin
To whisper slyly in my heart
That things were different on my side,
Were cleaner and more civilized
Than the green portico running free.
And though I knew it could not be,
Since only days before I’d walked
Under the trees and could not tell
What leaves were wild, and which were mine,
I felt the notion rise and flare
Like heat about my willing pride.
Who builds a fence about his land
Must bear the burden of those lines,
And lest the sharp whim of a fence
Creat a myth of difference,
Teach love to leap, respect to glide
Oh freely to the other side.
For there’s no wilderness but one,
And no safe place for any life
That fear or fencing ever won.
Under the green and falling light
I walk the borders of my land
and let my thoughts swim into night;
And pray that they should travel far,
Look to the earth both here and there,
Study the wild unpastured stars,
Stare at the dark no fence can hold
And, finally, leave the gate ajar.