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Coyote Calls us to the Things of This World

The howl of the coyote is America's original national anthem.   - Dan Flores

Coyote Call

Love Calls Us to the Things of This World
                           - Richard Wilbur
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul    Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple    As false dawn.                      Outside the open window    The morning air is all awash with angels.
    Some are in bed-sheets, some are in blouses,    Some are in smocks: but truly there they are.    Now they are rising together in calm swells    Of halcyon feeling, filling whatever they wear    With the deep joy of their impersonal breathing;
    Now they are flying in place, conveying The terrible speed of their omnipresence, moving    And staying like white water; and now of a sudden    They swoon down into so rapt a quiet That nobody seems to be there.                                              The soul shrinks
    From all that it is about to remember