Alexander W. Allison, ed., THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF POETRY (New York: W. W. Norton, 1983)
|The farther he went the farther home grew. Kentucky became another room; the mansion arched over the Mississippi; flowers were spread all over the floor. He traced ahead a deepening home, and better, with goldenrod:|
Leaving the snakeskin of place after place going on -- after the trees the grass, a bird flying after a song. Rifle so level, sighting so well his picture freezes down to now, a story-picture for children.
They go over the velvet falls into the tapestry of his time, heirs to the landscape, feeling no jar. It is like evening; they are the quail surrounding his fire, coming in for the kill; their little feet move sacred sand.
Children we live in a barbwire time but like to follow the old hands back -- the ring in the light, the knuckle, the palm, all the way to Daniel Boone, hunting our own kind of deepening home. From the land that was his I helt this rock.
Here on his grave I put it down.
Created: 8/9/2017 12:09:39 AM
Project: Digitizing Daniel Boone
Creator: Faragher, John Mack
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