an enchanting snip from Jody Gladding
4 In the wake of these two lights I wake to no thing that is not wholly how it lives the warm egg the slow wait of stone those unintelligible lines I can say now how blood blesses the yolk how stones die
5 And I can say how I will fall away from what breathing arc into what breath of calm
From Jody Gladding’s Stone Crop (Yale UP, 1993)










